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I painted and sketched a crow that I saw as I was returning home from the beach with my daughter and grandchildren one day. Below it is a poem that it inspired me to write.

THE MIGHTY CROW

The crow sat on an old dead tree

Eyeing her surroundings

Oblivious to me

She could have chosen oak or birch

Nay

A dead tree was her perch

Crows are bold and seem to say

Look at me

Don't look away

I am the mighty queen

You know

I swoop and then I scream

Listen to my mighty call

Caw caw caw

I'll take it all

Hear her voice so strong and bold

My mind and soul

As I grow old

Picture and Poem by Susan L. Anderson