The crow

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The crow awaited here the end of day,
a black spot painted on the Winter’s sky,
as cold air took his horrid scream away.
The crow awaited here the end of day,
in quiet land where no one wants to stay,
his yell was echoing, ‘t was time to die.
A black spot painted on the Winter’s sky,
as cold air took his horrid scream away.

And then it all was over for the prey;
the crow had killed, the prey was unaware,
in quiet land where no one wants to stay.
And then it all was over for the prey,
as cold air took its horrid scream away,
a frozen moment of a final scare.
The crow had killed – the prey was unaware –
in quiet land where no one wants to stay.

As night fell, I could hear the black crow cry,
as if regretting that he killed his prey,
he cried as if not wanting it to die.
As night fell, I could hear the black crow cry.
as if the crow was wondering why
his cruelty would never go away,
as if regretting that he killed his prey
he cried, as if not wanting it to die.

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Comments on: "The crow" (17)

  1. I had to change this poem a few times after publishing it, sorry for that! It is because I was taught animals in English are “it” but in this case, I decided the crow was a “he” afterall! πŸ™‚

  2. The crow is a bird of mystery. The Native American’s call the bird “A watcher”. Always waiting for death to occur. I like the story in this poem. Thank you.

  3. A murder of crows…his tale-tell heart of woe…much enjoyed the reading…very E.A. Poe-ish..
    Rachael πŸ™‚

  4. Great image. I really love this poem! I’m a raven girl myself.
    I love the rhythm that sweeps you along. The imagery too gave me a sense of place. I almost felt a little for the crow by the end. Really a marvellous poem!
    Tikarma.xx

  5. Crows and Magpies from time to time conduct arguments outside my window!!

    Noisy buggers!!!

    Arohanui
    David
    xxx

    • Hi David, lol they are a bit like seagulls in their loudness! πŸ™‚ and just as curious perhaps?
      Arohanui πŸ™‚ xxx

  6. Anthropomorphism can lead to a sentimental Disneyfication or, as in your poem, to a thoughtful exploration of our daily close contact to other living beings. Crows around here learn to copy the sounds of cats and dogs and are also prone to dive-bombing human heads – strange and mysterious birds…

  7. Poetic license rules for writers, after all. Crows have gender and, therefore, are more worthy than being referenced as ‘its’. Great poetry, dear Ina…

  8. In the light of certain violent events here in the US recently, this really went to my core as it took me into the spirit of the perpetrator (s) of such violence.

    ‘As night fell, I could hear the black crow cry.
    as if the crow was wondering why
    his cruelty would never go away,
    as if regretting that he killed his prey
    he cried, as if not wanting it to die.’

    (The cruelty for the crow is that he has to kill to survive … where for man it seems he sometimes feels he has to kill to die himself … ???)

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