CAMELOT FANTASIES

Sprung open the windows
To let the sun flood my room
Listening to a crow
Beckoning me with its presence
Foreshadow of possible incoming gloom
Suns glow dispenses the foreboding news
Maintaining the positive grand new day
Keep away those menacing blues
Crowing still continues
Seems to have taken it stance
On my balcony
Every chance it crows
It turns and greets me with a glance
Acknowledging it's message with a nod
I prepare to take flight
Making it known this is a new start
Thoughts can be wrong
Can be right
No time to dissect
Nor configure these messages
Nor the birds song
Need to feel the earth beneath my feet
Basking in natures summer heat
I must run along

~Divine