Mr Crow

Mr Crow, why are you flying in the rain.

In thunder and lightning you must refrain.

Find a tree, wait and see. Let it be.

Not that tree Mr Crow. That’s the bare tree, can't you see.

Go to the tree with leaves, surely you can see.

No point looking at me Mr crow, i’m indoors.

Lightning won't strike me.

Why do you sit on the bare tree, Mr Crow

Tell me, i need to know.

Do you have a death wish.

Don’t stare at me Mr Crow. Take my advice, you know i’m right.

What is wrong with you, it’s like.

Are you taunting me, Mr Crow.

You’re taunting me.

Are you mad

You’re sitting on the bare tree, defying death.

What the hell is wrong with you.

You want me out there.

You want me to join you.

Only a fool would sit on the bare tree.

Waiting for that strike, can’t you see.

I’m lying Mr crow, i know

You’re waiting

It’s time to go

Let us sit together

Let the storm blow

I remember the fear now, Mr crow

That day, you know

The ship, the storm, being below

In the water

Lost from view

The lightning strike

The final few

The storm is dying, Mr crow

Seems strange

Feel i’m born anew

I watch you fly away

Only to return

To salute the few

You made me see, Mr crow

Now it’s time to pay my dues

Someday i’ll return, you’ll see

We’ll be together

Finally at rest

Beneath the bare tree.

Reviews

[Mrudula Rani]

Do you have crows in UK? We have none here in Brasil. They are supposed to be one of the smartest birds in the animal kingdom! For sure Inspired a thought evoking poem!

[Paul Bell]

Some think the crow, is the death bird.

[Mrudula Rani]

That is a unkind term for a bird that is just warning us about the sad news. Few years back I had that experience, just before my sister passed away in India.

[Paul Bell]

Sorry to hear about your sister.
Remember being in a graveyard, when a raven landed on the grave i was looking. We had a sort of staring contest. Weird moment in time.

[Mrudula Rani]

I read an article sometime back that stated, that crows warn the people lost in blizzards and see them through the ordeal!

[Mrudula Rani]

Where are my manners...?. in the conversation I forgot, thank you for your the kind words (for my loss!)

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

Love this
Love your work

[Paul Bell]

Thanks Julie, hows things going.

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

"Quoth the Raven, nevermore"...brilliant dark imagery of the crow as the omen of death. Superb form as the narrator sees, questions, warns, admonishes and then finally accepts his destiny personified by the crow. Survivor's guilt...life-in-death..the dreaded Albatross. Master-Class work my friend. Kudos!

[Paul Bell]

When the raven lands in front of you. You always wonder.

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

I wonder if they wonder the same thing about us bein there when they lamd - ha!

[Anand Sehgal]

I enjoyed this picturesque write a lot. Good job :)
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[Paul Bell]

Thanks Anand.

[Carol Cashes]

Crows are contrary creatures who crave the nature of cacophonous chords - like thunder after the sizzling lightning. I catch them occasionally watchin' me with their beady eyes...harbingers of doom? This is sad, waiting to join this ole contrary critter under that bare tree. Well done.

[Paul Bell]

It's a sad day right enough.

[Saumya]

Wow! It was like I was with Mr. Crow while reading this piece, advising, waiting, getting angry, and helping him out 😊 I love the way you've brought you imagination so eloquently on the page!

A wonderful Masterpiece!😊👏👏👏👏
Well done, Paul

[Paul Bell]

Thanks Suumya. You been taking a rest.

[Saumya]

You're welcome (it's Saumya)
Taking rest?

[Paul Bell]

Sorry Saumya. This is the only site that jumps around. lol

[Saumya]

Lol...Yeah😊
And it's okay, Paull.

[Paul Bell]

Nice one. lol

[Saumya]

Oops!😀
(Correction:Paul)😛

[barleygirl]

Whoa! This is amazing! It's an ever-changing message for me. I start seeing it as a friendly chat, then it seems to turn into a warning, then a bit of a tirade. At this point I started to think about politics (always on our minds over here) & it seemed to have a double meaning that relates to the public strife that dominates our discourse (as if the bare tree and the storm are various political threats). Yet I’m also thinking about those types of people who just can’t let a person live their lives and they have to provide a running commentary on how they think things should be done & how you’re doing it wrong. I mean, there are a million different ways this could be interpreted, which to me is a sign of brilliance that I often find in your writing, Paul (((HUGS)))

[Paul Bell]

Thanks Margie. This one sort of got away from me.
I was trying to convey the thoughts of a sailor who survived the ship sinking. Now a recluse. I was trying to make the crow one of his ship mates, come back to save him. Think it was a bit of a tirade at the end. lol

[Great Aunt Astri]

I loved this conversation with the crow. Many a time I have imagined there was meaning in what the creatures I see,are doing!. I like the metaphor of the 'bare tree' and the reference to what this talking to the crow is all about ...'The ship, the storm ' 'lost from view, the final few,'
The ending is a bit ambiguous? But that is quite clever, so that the readers can make of it what they like! Well done.

[Paul Bell]

You always need a bit of mystery to keep you thinking. You still busy in the garden.

[Great Aunt Astri]

Too much sun, and brain getting baked. Need a bit of shelter, and need to stimulate the brain cells, before they all disappear!

[Lydia Shutter]

Great personification of the crow...and a lot of introspection too. Often when we observe others, we can figure out what is really going on in our own lives. Sort of a dark view in this one, but I liked the read. Lydi**

[Paul Bell]

Thanks Lydia. You basking in the sun.