The Crow



I can see everything,


For I am gently flying above you,


I see your smile,


I see your frown,


I see when you need help.


But I could never understand,


For here I am above,


Gently flying along, and soon away,


Out of your mine,


Your life,


You will probably never think of me again.


You hear me,


I see you looking,


You never look away actually,


I have even come down to say hi,


But you don’t acknowledge me anymore.


So I leave again,


And gently fly away,


Hoping that one day you will wave again,


And beckon me once more.


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TaraO-Brown's picture

Well captured

I enjoyed this a lot; you've captured the dissociation between the crow and the human very well. 

Morningglory's picture

.liked this

. Crows always intrigue me. Ravens too. Enjoyed.

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allets's picture

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Cool Write ~ Welcome to PostPoems.