Judgment's Wing

In the fading light where shadows play,

There sits a crow, thoughtful in its way.

With eyes so deep, they seem to know,

The stories of the night, as they ebb and flow.

Its feathers dark, a cloak of night,

It watches over with keen insight.

With a voice that croaks, yet speaks profound,

Judging softly, without a sound.

On wings that glide through the starlit sky,

It ponders truths, both low and high.

With a heart that feels, beneath its breast,

The weight of choices, and all the rest.

In its gaze, a flicker of empathy,

For the trials faced, both you and me.

For in its wisdom, it understands,

The complexities of life, and its shifting sands.

So listen closely, to its cawing call,

As it echoes through the night's dark sprawl.

For in its judgment, there lies a trace,

Of compassion, understanding, and grace.