Friday, December 12, 2008

The Crow


He looks down at me with pearl black eyes
And all I hear him say
Is caw, caw, caw,
As if saying you're not one of our kind
Then flies away on jet black wings
As if he has judged me in his black suit.
His friends tag along too,
As if I'm something of a bad news.

Danny P. Barbare
barbaredaniel@yahoo.com