Crow

Do not judge bird with black coloured wing, “ugly looking thief that cannot sing!” “snatches from others so it can feed!” A bird linked to death, darkness and greed! How prejudice clouds our timid mind? Is it fear of darkness, makes us blind? we fail to see the beauty inside, dark the countenance,black the hide! Many there in Corvid family, Crow, Raven, Rook all look same to me, But one I write about is our Crow, we love him dearly, his heart we know! Our deep bond is of unmeasured years, For destiny links us through our tears, Pain of loss brings the hearts together, body with skin or one of feather! As family grieved good old granny, Of her love, humour, virtues many, Amongst the sobs and tears in the group, You heard a crow who let his voice droop! Our memories linked us, as events do, are no limits to love, if it be true, as family, he shared our sorrow to cry, A black feathered kin who could fly! He was not caged in a love prison, that deny freedom, rob life’s mission, set his own limits of existence, Sky and earth with God’s benevolence! Homely crow was not given a name, to tether label would be such shame, In arrogance we do humanise, Gauge others by what we think is nice! Crow is amongst intelligent birds, on a measuring scale, rest are nerds, He knows best when new spring begins, Against his caw no weatherman wins! He is in garden whatever springs, Hunting down the rodents on swift wings, He waits some days by busy roadside, Using cars to get to flesh inside! Condemn him not for the way he kills, Nature in wisdom gave him his skills, To use modern tools, he is clever, a measure of our crow’s brain power! If you accept crow and black image, In wisdom’s book you have turned a page, Should you come to our house, see a crow, don’t ring the bell, he will let us know! Date written 11/07/2020 4th placement Bird poetry contest Sponsor Constance La France reentered for Chantelle Anne Cooke’s The Colour Black contest