Big Mama, a poem written by Mickey Kulp at
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Big Mama

Big Mama

written by: Mickey Kulp



In the predawn I hear her.

Big Mama Crow is awake,
Singing to her consorts and
Sleepy babies and one bleary
Human whose coffee is cold.

She is a shadow come alive.
She is a reminder of
The dark things that always
Seem to sing a little
Louder than everything else.

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