Cold-eyed Crow

A poem of gloomy, humor intent.

That cold-eyed crow
It won't stop squawking
And it won't stop staring at me

It's damp out here crow!
Leave here and go to your nest
The crop holds no seed for you

SQUAWK!
Shut up, crow!
Your feather is impecible but your voice soothes none

That cold-eyed crow
Awaits in the season before the snow
It's doll eyes staring deep into my soul

I see it's autumn coat
It seems to have calmed its wicked throat
If only I could invite it inside

SQUAWK!
Oh, f**k off, crow

Reviews

[Ian Gilmour]

I like this. The uncanny symbol of death; the crow, crying out for help and temporarily being recognized for its' beauty, an apt metaphor for our ability to see beauty in all things until we no longer want to. I especially like the "doll eye" line, it creates a powerful image and opens the door to further interpretation about the uncanny common bird, which, in this case, is much more than just a bird.

[Zack Valenta]

Thank you. I'm so happy it conveyed such a powerful meaning! I never expected it to impact anyone that way. Your review really opened up my eyes to it!

[Inky Blacket]

You are very good! Very descrioptive!

[Inky Blacket]

Oops! Sorry for the spelling! Just woke up...

[Zack Valenta]

Its quite alright! Thank you!

[Inky Blacket]

Welcome! was glad to.... uh what's the word.... Review! That's it! Sorry.... My brain train is dropping off cell people... :) -Inky Blacket

[Zack Valenta]

Aha! I like that!