Ode to Billy Crow

There was once a big black bird that spent a lot of time on the roof opposite my bedroom in the cottage where I seem to have betrayed myself.......

Ode to Billy Crow

Billy Crow

Whatever happened to you

Dancing on the rooftops

Like a king

 

Billy Crow

You used to make my day

Just to sit and watch you play

Then turning your back on the wind

 

Billy Crow

You used to make me laugh

With your comical stance

You made me feel young and free

 

Billy Crow

Whatever happened to you

Was it you or was it me

That flew away

?

Author's Note

This has been collecting dust in my attic for almost forty years....

Reviews

[Lydia Shutter]

Reminds me of "Puff the Magic Dragon" in a way. Lovely personification of the crow. When a child weaves a fantasy, it can unravel. Does the fantasy vanish or does the child grow up? No one knows for sure, but the reminiscing here is touching. Lydi**

[Neville]

Thank you Lydi, much appreciated as always, N

[Tom]

Hindsight is a wonderful thing and though we can't turn the clock back, we can but wonder what might have been ?

A poignantly penned, reflective poetic perusal Neville !

[Neville]

Thank's a bundle Tom, very much appreciated. All Good Things to you and yours, Neville

[Lyn Anderson]

Sometimes it can feel like that, we are abandoned, but in retrospect, it was us that did the leaving.

[Neville]

A very interesting take indeed. Now ya made me think. Cheers KLG you are always welcome to stop by. All Good Things, N