A Crow In a Jupiter Tree

It was a cold, windy but cloudless day There was a Crow in a Jupiter tree He cried out as if he was mocking me. This morn, the day my mother passed away. Death -death this godless creature seemed to say With dead black eyes, my face he seemed to stare This gaze cut deep to my heart, left it bare. Fly from here, demon bird with squawk so gray. Be not a messenger of death I pray. From window, the last sound my mother heard, Was the call to die from this evil bird. On dark wings this scavenger of deaths prey. Such callous, heartless, evil bird this Crow To steal from me, her ever loving soul.