"Crow is Walking"

Crow is walking
to see things at ground level,
the landscape as new under his feet
as the air is old under his wings.

He leaves the dead rabbit waiting--
it's a given; it'll always be there--
and walks on down the dirt road,
admires the pebbles,
how they sparkle in the sun;
checks out his reflection
in a puddle full of sky
which reminds him of where he's supposed to be,
but he's beginning to like
the way the muscles move in his legs
and the way his wings feel so comfortable
folded back and resting.

He thinks he might be beautiful,
the sun lighting his back
with purple and green.
Faint voices from somewhere far ahead
roll like dust down the road towards him.
He hurries a little. His tongue moves in his mouth;
legends of language move in his mind.

His beak opens.
He tries a word.
--Grace Butcher


The way I think my line breaks create meaning is with pauses that give the reader time to focus on what they are actually reading. It helps them to fully understand the poem better and helps the person actually focus on the meaning of the work. It adds more characteristics and mood to the poem also with these line breaks. Instead of having a straight line of words that are jumbled together that doesn't make sense at all.