Sometimes it takes a big ol' crow,

Swooping around our eyes,

Cackling at our nightmares,

Laughing at our ruminations,

And trickstering our obsessions,

To bring us toward daylight within.

So when you hear the crow call overhead,

Remember to forget your obsessions for a moment,

And let yourself smile slightly, to find mindful flow again.

Fear is repetition of mind.

Flow is feeling into mind.

And the crow's caw is now your reminder.