Crow

Crow

You watch afar from the bay window.

A large perching bird with a glossy black plumage and a dulcet voice.

He flies from sky to sea

His wingspan flows through the Aurora sky,

While his feathers rustle lightness in the wind.

He enters your Ethereal area with structure and innocence.

The French styled walls

And Romanesque furniture,

The casement window he intrudes.

But his mellifluous comforts your morning ardor.

He begins to return daily,to divert

and solace.

“Shoo him away” mom says,

As dad tries to scare him abroad.

But you protect him from the evil within the domicile.

Until one morning,

He makes the mistake of coming closer.

Instead of sitting on the window

He dines in the house.

You hear a noise from the distance as

mom walks in with a dank rag

Attempting to flee him off.

He disperses around the house,

As she swipes at him.

You try and scream her off

But she doesn’t listen,

They never listen.

Until finally she’s won

His body aquivers from the wall,

His fearful eyes stare you,

While he tries to chirp his final adieu.

His soul empties to oblivion.

And all that is left of him is the blood exuding down our aged surface board.

Who’s left to comfort you

And entertain you as a source of escape from the solitude left inside.

Who’s left to listen when no one else will.

Nobody is,

Cause only now you grieve by the window in hoping of the crows return.

Analysis:

This poem is simply about your intest that some people never understand.The girl watching the bird sing from her window always gets shunned by her parents for this interest she has in the bird.Im sure we can all relate to a time where family or friends didn’t understand you and instead of trying to accept your interest they destroy it.