The Crow (Poem)

I feel there’s so much many more should know
about the delightful nature of the crow.

They’re seen as figures of death and doom,
when they’re actually signs spring bloom is soon.

They keep annoying pests’ numbers at bay,
and they clean up the scraps we clumsily throw away.

Their playful laugh is similar to the onea we make,
which reminds us how alike we are to the creatures we often forsake.

They dive and claw in unity to fend off bigger birds of prey,
and they commune, break bread, and play in the branches all day.

They’re smarter than the cat, the dog, or the Eagle,
and them being black shouldn’t associate them with evil.

From the Soul,
T.S.P.

“The Crow” is a piece from my upcoming published anthology, “Return from the Pale Trail: Gifts to Humanity We’ve Been Taught to Forget.” I’m ecstatic to share this wonderful piece of literature with the family. I hope you all enjoy. Until then, feel free to check out my other published materials.