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Crow's Secrets
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
Crow, Dressed in gold As he prepared to Visit night Carefully coloring Feather, he knew His night would Approve When he departed The sun had begun To depart the sky As it journeyed on The wheel that Ties all things To others And crow sang A song of Passing Traveling to The lodge of night Can be a long trail So crow stopped to rest And as darkness Crept up the trunks Of trees to capture The sky, It fell on Raven, Stealing golden finery Left naked Crow shivered Fearful and ashamed Knowing his flight Would now show His shame and secrets To all that saw him, So he sat atop The tree Crying Night heard The cries and went To find out where they Came from. Dressed in Pale shimmering She walked, Touching all things And softening the Stains darkness Had left Crow! She called out As she drew near His resting place, Why do you cry so? Crow told her He had been robbed And in his efforts to Hide his secrets Had fashioned himself A robe of black Sewn from the shadows Darkness had left In his passing. She shook her Head sadly at his tale And told him he had Made a grave mistake. For once you weave The shadows and try to cover yourself You were doomed To wear them Forever To this day Crow wears That robe of black As darkness still Creeps up the trunks Of trees to steal The sky |
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Member Seraphic
since 2000-01-18
Posts 22676with you |
ooooh, this is wonderful!  I like this very much  |
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Lady In White
since 2001-02-12
Posts 2799USA |
Isn't this wonderful! We all know that crows are the most avaricious little thieves.... and now we know why.... still trying to steal the brilliant ornaments that they would try to clothe themselves with....to this very day.... |
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Interloper
since 2000-11-06
Posts 8369Deep in the heart |
gr8 tale. Now tell one of how Crow lost his beautiful voice and got that terrible "caw." |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
Here you go Interloper.... From atop the trees It is easy to see Approaching intruders And Raven sits Waiting to raise alarm Once upon a time When the world was Still younger than Memory, all spirits Spoke to each other In beautiful voices One day they met And discussed how To divide the world Their pleading like Songs on the wind Until… No agreements could Be reached among the tribes So they began to fight Raven was fierce And painted himself black With ashes from his Slain enemies So he could hide in shadow To ambush the unwary As days passed Many were killed And Raven grew darker Until he was hit in the throat By an arrow. Having lost his beautiful voice He grieved as in fear He avoided all others But his own. Now he sits atop trees Watching for intruders Waiting to raise a raucous alarm And flee intruders How much like you And me |
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VAS Member Rara Avis
since 2000-11-16
Posts 7450Oregon |
Cpat, these are wonderful! Are they fables of lore set in poetic form or have you fully contrived them on your own. They sound so wonderfully authentic like the tales I've read of Coyote. Totally enjoyed the read. |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
Vas... These are woven mostly from my imagination..with some pieces of Native Lore here and there. Mostly though I think you would find them at odds with true native tales. Thanks for the question and the comment.. |
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