The Crow
I looked to the trees and first saw the crow
When it called out it’s voice sounded coarse
He stared for a second, but then flew away
And I followed on foot because I could not fly
I hurried after that small speck of black
Along a tiny woodsy path
But I soon had to leave the path
If I wanted to stay with the crow
There was just an hour til the sky turned black
And I was forced to follow the course
It cared not for obstacles, flew as the crow flies.
And I just had to find a way
By now I’d gotten far away
I stood on the saddest excuse for a path
But that bird continued still to fly
And I still felt the draw of this crow
It eventually seemed to end it’s course
But with night falling it faded into the black
I headed on as the sky neared black
The crow getting slowly further away
As it etched out its random course
With little regard for the man made path
I don’t know why I followed the crow
Maybe I just liked to watch it fly
As if by following it, I too could fly
That inspiring bird all clad in black
Part of me found solace in the crow
I felt it’s freedom as it flew away
Eyes on the sky and feet on the path
Slowly plotting my own course
The trees grew close, the bushes turned coarse
And I had to trudge through, as I could not fly
Part of me wished for an easier path
As I merged into the woodsy black
The sounds of cities drifted away
And all I heard was the occasional screech from the crow
I turned on the path, before all turned black
I heard the crow fly, to go far away
But I stayed on my own course, satisfied with memories of the crow
Copyright © Jackson Murdock | Year Posted 2024
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