They are 'otherworldly creatures'
Maybe they are the gatekeepers
Their eyes are stellar stars of worlds unseen
Unbeknown, so they are mercurial
So what… don't we too all sit around and preen
Are we not also in a constant state of flux?
Flapping about this way, about that
Always in a confabulation, I wish I too was a crow
Maybe I am - maybe I will be someday,
Who are others to tell me I'm not?
Honestly, what do they know?
What do they know, really know - honestly?
Honestly, my future self
Could well be a crow.
flapping about would increase your chances, Mark, and conversely, less flapping about...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Honestly, my future self, Could well be a crow....Wonderful presentation makes this poem entirely wonderful and marvelous.10