Arthur

Arthur sits  
listening to the crows tapping
teaching their young to fly
high over the woods
and through towards the other sky
 
this sky of myth, of folk tales
of the very essence within
 
so lifted high on the wing
over oceans and seas flowing into rivers
up velvet green mountains
melting within this other sky
 
where you have a breath, a resting place
where essence is all you need to be
 
at peace within your home
Arthur sits, closing his eyes he breathes out
 
asleep he waits for the crows
tapping
flying to the other sky
preparing for you