Imitation of a Crow

Can't formulate a simple string of words
Murmurs they exist, they linger
Even though left incomplete
There's a sense of calmness
It's still. It's still. It's still

Vivid thoughts flood back, but no complete image
Ineffectively built, just human

Knowledge has boundary, keep that as long as you can
Parents all seeing eyes, eyes in the back of their head
Carried back to bed in loving arms