NaPoWriMo, Day 8

Today's NaPoWriMo prompt is to write a poem "in which mysterious and magical things occur."

Black Crow

On the morning of your burial
I stood at your grave
and asked you in my mind
for a sign
that you were okay.

That afternoon a black crow
flew three times around the room
knocked a picture of you
off a bookshelf and flew
out an open window.

More than twenty years later,
whenever I see a black crow
that has alighted on the deck,
or a power line
ahead of where I am driving

I am led to wonder
if you've borrowed its form
and come back
just for a moment
to say hello. - Jeff Barnes