I was waiting for Epiphany
when a crow painted me
silver and black
like a wet Cadillac
The paint a moist paste
white and yellow and blue
with what hue did she
pass her message to me
The next time I saw Epiphany
she preferred not to know me
but I knew the crow in her
parting designed my destiny.
The Coming of the Toads 
Crows are sometimes carriers of epiphanies folded in their wings, omens too come….
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