call of the bird, call to the bird.
What do you and a crow have in common?
Do you ever feel like your place in the world is minuscule or endangered? Hidden in every ka is a message, not so secret. All we have to do is open our hearts and eyes. Crows around us are ignored, misunderstood or unseen. What if by opening up to them you were to discover a whole new world for yourself?
Who are the crows of our society? Dedicate a moment each month to reflect on what their potential is, and in turn yours!
Who are the crows of our society? Dedicate a moment each month to reflect on what their potential is, and in turn yours!
Let your voice become an echo in the Kammunity!
We have our own stories, culture, language and presence!
May 2019
as the curtain of city noise rose, a new singer is debuted from unexpected origins bringing opera scaling great altitudes.
crows can pass on information through generations
Through our beaks, tides of the times gone tumble on to generations
Weaving stories for our young ones of people, sorrow and celebrations.
(farmers are vital to our agricultural country and yet ignored)
Crops with their heads in the wind stay true to their soil We stay true true to ourselves despite turmoil.
(crows have skills, can create)
We are creators and that is how we live
We have skills to match yours, you’d better believe!
(crows are the cleaners)
When you close your eyes to final slumber, leaving mortal clues
We are ready to sweep and serve, to carry you to reawakening blues.
(crows have a body to mind proportion that almost matches the humans)
Your mind fits your body snug and you consider our intelligence superfluous But much like yours, our brain fits in equal proportion to the body that serves us.
(bonding on similarities)
When the lines you drew box you in, take a feather from me
Draw yourself a world instead where love is pure and free.
(acid attack victims can be beautiful, Black can be beautiful)
Acid may have marked her but she is beautiful and deep
The black crow on her cheek has songs to sing and promises to keep.
(LGBTQ community, perception doesn't define them, section 377)
Three crows black, white and red, fly without the need to be forgiven
Happy as a rainbow, painting the sky in shades more than 377
(crows are brave and can fight the bald eagle)
Wings flapping like black flags, spanning fear with fight
Bowing not to the bald eagle, chasing them like warriors in flight.
(stories of crows eating rice balls as ancestors)
Ancestors descend in waves of wings,
Devouring rice balls and leaving blessings.
