revealed
.nom hear this sound
of crows, caw-crying
of morning, mist changing

my hands, conversing
as i wonder aloud

why the birds are
talking so
much talking

perhaps

they have seen
something on the ground
the rain-washed snow had buried

now, exposed to their eyeings
it cannot hide, as it has been
revealed, it cannot be found
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...
crOwl melting snow tells the secrets the earth has hidden. silent work forced to speak.

"this is what i did while you were gone."
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what's it to you?
who go
blather
from