The Stone of Alexandria upon her mother hand she saw Fatimas clear site looking back and found her self she did on her Fathers mountain top. The old witch crow landed on the snow tipped green grassed earth with trees and birds and animals of all kinds and too many squirrels eating the cardinals nibbles, which her job was to refill and to quell.
Her mandate in hand was to tend to the nature of things, fix her Mother's view and give her Father some extra hands, "gather all the ashes" is what is said
where heaven and earth meet with the stars
The old witch crow, Death be her name, she sits at the left hand of her father and whispers your name, X marks the spot in her allnames way.
"I've planted the seeds."
As the cardinals amassed
on snow covered grass
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