When she left the wolf,
She came out cawing, all teeth,
His belly a cave.
The woodsman refused
Her the axe. On the mantle
Still: dark fur, pale bone.
A murder, tell the
Child, names any group of crows.
Even old mothers.
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When she left the wolf,
She came out cawing, all teeth,
His belly a cave.
The woodsman refused
Her the axe. On the mantle
Still: dark fur, pale bone.
A murder, tell the
Child, names any group of crows.
Even old mothers.