Sunday Scribblings throws out the word: confess. Funny that this word comes up again as a prompt. Just a few weeks ago I wrote another poem using that word here.
This morning, a gathering of crows in the neighbor’s Douglas Firs led me here:
cacophony of crows
clamor in treetops
prayer litany: caw-caw-caw
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