Crow Time: Finding Peace Again

Yo. I go down to Moesgaard where the crows don't care.

No plans, no mass, no weight to bear. Just the wind,

the waves, the black-winged air. My mind gets quiet, I find repair.

But peace don't last when fools appear. Dogs off the leash,

the crows in fear. One time some kids tried running them down.

Almost hit me too, I lost my ground. Chased a car

through the forest line. Anger took the wheel, lost track of

time. Forced them off the road then stopped in shame. Thinking,