Stephen Allen Poet Rhyme

Solitude

Solitude

Perched high on deadwood, far above
An old crow awaits, the return of love
These years gone by, she has been gone
Each day he returns, no voice, no song

In Stoic silence, his vigil is true
To the one and only, who ever knew
The soul of this one, his only mate
As days grow short, he will always wait

Stoic

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David Williams August 17, 2012 at 1:06 AM Stephen a very strong image on a single bird, I like it...David Stephen Allen August 17, 2012 at 9:29 AM Thank you David. Thank for taking the time to read this piece. This old, and very large crow visits my property every day, alone, and never makes a sound. He is very tame....we have named him Sam. - Stephen