In the grass beneath the noisy rookery
The frightened fledgling crow I found:
He lay there flattened and dimished
By his fall from grace from far above.
I said I'd try to change his awful luck.
Raucous caws from a beak from 'Jaws',
When hungry, would go strangely silent
After he had swallowed what I fed him.
Satisfied, the little orphan went to sleep-
My mystery guest of feathered blackness.
He was not well this morning: sad to say
He died. I had my hopes that he'd survive
(I felt sad that I would never see him fly) .
As he left, the light he lit was turned out-
I can only try to understand the darkness.
love this little story...last 2 lines say it all... and though fleeting he brought a light to you and you to him.....
I love this. Crows are a favorite of mine. Perhaps because they seem so unlovable to most. But not to me. Your descriptions are so clear: 'The frightened fledgling crow I found: He lay there flattened and dimished By his fall from grace from far above.' I could just see his little beady eyes, full of wonder and fear toward this strange creature who, instead of eating him, took him in to nurse. Thanks for some great writing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
A fantastic poem, really like it. Love how you put the story into your poems.