Crows

Crows By- Manuel Martinez The morning rays are what I’m told a blessing for today Well, I’ve been lied to. Morning’s hell and the afternoon a drag Out of tricks and broke like bricks I can’t brag. Over and done with evening’s dare No rings with strings So you won’t stare. Walking past building blocks And speedy clocks I came across a crow. Without stopping walked with shock and awe This crow moved none at all. Standing Center Street like one of a kind With moving cars swerving and curving It seemed this bird had one thing on mind, Dying. I felt the same and thought what a shame but Why a crow’s view is but a mirror cracked So why didn’t I think of that. What a small cage and corner the bird is trapped It saw when life was snapped. Truth came with proof without a say Aren’t we all crows in some way? Looking for loves, hopes, dreams and futures in Empty places, The suites and boots are but a crow’s cowardly place And with that said Crows are us through broken glass. And so, Many years of passing I still wonder of that bird on the center street With cage and corner. Did it survive and endure the hard labor of life or simply wither into nothing like the fallen leaf Off a hollow tree? I myself being a crow have lived through spaces And spaces of Time and places Like a bad book of empty Pages. Are you a crow?