Silver slivers float with the crows
Black beak opens and delivers
Shivers as it glistens in my fingers
Bird show me how to build my nest
Frail feathers caked in ash
Weathered past to day-faked newness
Naked blue means clueless lasts
Still teach me how to build your nest
And I wait, and it rains, silver whisps cross my eyes
Silver whisps cross my eyes
Lacquered lashes frame blank looks
Black wingtips flash in lasting play
Shook quaked and glimmered as I should
Crow show me how to weave my nest
Smooth and gray as spider's silk
Wafting in a windy spring
Wings unfold to silversmith
Silver string I line our nest