The Crow

The crow sits atop the building

warning someone about death

maybe their death.

Or someone they know,

or maybe even you.

He tries to make his caws reach you

so he can tell you all the things you need to know

about the end.

He is mournful when he realizes that you don't care.

You just turn your head and disregard what he says.

For a minute you think they are cawing for you

but you briskly brush it off when you see three.

A sign of death, a bad omen as your grandma

always said, to see 3 crows, all cawing at you.

They seem to get closer

until they are over your head

releasing those dreadful sounds,

their song notes of death.



They are ugly birds,

as black as death itself

with an eerie iridescence

that seems to make them glow.

But they are beautiful too,

trying to warn you

or give you some hint about death.

What other bird does that for you?



I often wonder,

does the crow genuinely care about you

or

is he just worried about what will come

after death for you.



The crow sits atop the building,

cawing

but not for you.

For some other lonely soul out there.