The crow perches and watches,
all that walks below him.
With his black, silky feathers his waits,
as if holding a secret.
Keeping his beak closed tight,
he keeps the truth hidden.
None will know if he doesn’t speak.
his black, stone eyes dart to both sides,
making a quick chuckle to himself,
before he opens his wings,
taking flight aside the moonlight.
Copyright © Brittany Viens | Year Posted 2012