My Crows

1/ A baby crow 

Popping up from nowhere 
Tries to 
Establish itself: 
One dark truth 
On the skeletal tree top 
Cawing fiercely 
Towards the sky, the wind, the buildings 
The fields and the entire afternoon 
All so fluffily white 
In jade-toned snow 

2/ As a popular Chinese saying goes

Crows everywhere are equally black
But this one in the backyard of my heart
Is as white as a summer cloud
I have fed him with fog and frost
Until his feathers, his flesh
His calls and even his spirit
All turn into white like winter washed
My crow’s wings will never melt
Even when flying close to the sun

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