poliphilo | Bye-bye Blackbird

I dreamed there was a crow lying on the lawn. Maybe it was sick or dying. Anyway I picked it up and carried it around on my shoulder. And maybe it wasn't a crow but a raven or something even bigger. It was friendly and let me stroke its horny beak. Then it wasn't there any longer. At the same time exotic birds we'd never seen before were coming to the bird feeder- parrots, parakeets, multi-coloured finches.....

Yeah, I get it. Out with the old and in with the new. Let the old go with a blessing....