The crowA Poem by Mrudula RaniIn collaboration with Paul Bell
The crow flew into the front yard
Close to the door on the trill he perched. News of importance he was bringing Brace your tender heart, and be strong! For what will be, will be None can change their destiny! The crow cawed all through the morning, I mean no harm, No bad omen I am He balanced on the clothes line. He waited. Black as night, he waited. The crow insisted. The departure of someone will be imminent Hasten your step and be prepared, Once gone, never to return. Never to return. The crow came back to declare That he was doing the bidding for Mother Nature I am nothing but a messenger. No one heard his cries, For the house was empty and dark And the doors were locked The crow flue to be where reside The stilled and silent. All in their wooden cradles safe and sealed, The crow greeted the visitors with silent stare For the crow didn't want to disrupt the peace and tranquility of the newly laid. © 2018 Mrudula RaniAuthor's Note
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