Old Crow

I expected you last night,
I believed your intentions were to wake me.
However, I woke up at light.

You were gone, so was the old crow.

I was confused,
since I gave you my one gift, that only one man could know.

The old crow presuaded you to leave, didn't he?

"Quickly while she's fast asleep!"

He helped you fly on, away,

to mingle at another party.

He helped give you words of love & promises,

that are actual lies.

But the old crow was no where in sight when my dignity was raped.
You didn't need help for that,

& to my astonishment, no one has made me feel as cheap as you.

I feel sorry for the old crow being at my house that night.

You wouldn't have come.
& I wouldn't wake at light searching for reasons why.

Author's Note

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[kewlbluetiger]

Interesting twist to this one, to use the "old crow" as the scapegoat. That's what makes this poem so likable that I read it twice over. That line: "since I gave you my one gift, that only one man could know." really sets the tone for anger and confusion, and really puts us in tune with the feelings intended in the last line. The search through the night's events for that one reason why not found. Fantastic, well thought-out write. I really enjoyed it. Can't wait to read more.

[Taymour]

so interesting gloomy one, i imagine the scene as it from a dark movie...you r gifted :)

[MattWheatus]

The use of the 'Old Crow' as a character gave this an interesting angle, adding edge to a tough situation to describe (but one expects is common these days). Great work.

[Coyote Poetry]

You can write a poem. The use of the Old crow made this a interesting poem. Description and story held me to the last words. I like it all. So many powerful statements in the poem. Thank you.
Coyote

[Antonio Valentino]

To some scoundrels, the world does look different through amber colored whiskey goggles doesn't it.

If that's the last one see's of a person like that, then most would say you got off cheap for the price of the hooch.

Sometimes people like that aren't satisfied with just one shot in the dark, so to speak.

His loss, your gain, in experience, and creative inspiration.

Enjoying your pen poetess.
Keep it up.

Antonio