Little Crow

Just a little poem I came up with on a passing whim.

Away, away it flew

To never be seen again.

All it left for memory

Was a light flutter of feathers.

It had no song to sing

Just a mocking caw to say.

A terror to seeds big and small

Every which day.

Now that it is gone

A pang in my heart can be felt.

A troublesome nuisance it was,

But it was my nuisance all the same.

The days seem less exciting

With no one to chase with the decrepit broom.

We may have been at odds,

But in a weird way we evened out our lives.

So all I can say is "Goodbye, Little Crow."

Author's Note

Just something I wrote in remembrance of the things we never thought we would miss.

Reviews

[Michael G. Smith]

Very interesting piece. I like you understood that a bond had been established.

[Beth Shade]

I have a lot of things in life like this ,but at times it makes me wonder what we truly enjoy in life and what we think we do... Strange how the world works isn't it?

[Falling Leaf.]

Things taken from us in the blink of an eye. Outstanding.

[Coyote Poetry]

I like the artwork and words. Funny how we miss things we shouldn't. I like the use of the crow and the thoughts in the poetry. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[ANTO]

I got a kick out of reading this, out of the connectedness of two beings and the way living things have an affect, an influence on another living thing. The rook became a staple of the day and when it was gone the void left in that day was felt strongly enough to cause you to write. I think thats a great thing.
Thanks for posting this