Destiny

On the electric line Sat the crows in a row Some noisy Some feeling low Some one self pecked Some flew away As the sun set They settled for the day. One crow of the lot Flew away from the rest Sat on the line Opposite to the first No sooner had his foot Touched the wire live The spark that flew Caused instant death He hung upside down More still than the rest The Death on the line Did, him invite to join? What was the offer? That, him turned Life’s, scoffer? Do we life, suffer For death us ignores Or are death and life puppets And destiny the trap door?