THE CROWN
by Joanna Gilman Hyde
The Hawk Queen Bed 9:30pm
Today I drove past A Big Black Crow
perched atop a pile of dirt
He struck Me by His Blackness
compared to the organic colouration of brown
He stood as The Finial Of Dignity
above a mountain of earth
His Mountain — His Keep
–singularly His Post —
The Crow made the brown Truly Brown
His Black was Truly Black
Joanna Gilman Hyde 
This is otherworldly. I love the shift between the crow / the crown, as well as the concept of a ‘true’ color. Very clever.
Thank you Natalie. I am so pleased that you see so much in this.
I just now realized that Crown rhymes with Brown.