Cage Of Crows Poem by Je'free Y .

In a midnight dream,
A portrait of your funeral, shot in sepia,
Partly burnt, was tossed in a cage
And in the cage was a dozen of crows.

Somebody ruffled the cage open,
Ruffled their feathers, ruffled the night.
The crows struggled for exit,
And abandoned the wrecked cage empty.

I chased the crow that took your picture,
Caught it for a while, then slipped through my hands.
Photo of your death was delivered to the moon.
Like the crows, my heart too, remained untamed.