Through a hole in her
dilapidated nest,
a besotted crow, eyed the moon
she loved and longed for.

The desire grew,
as the moon's smile became intimately radient,
as if he yearned to embrace illicitly
the magical night, within crow's charmed wings.

At  the dead of night
when she lost all hopes,
and reluctently went to bed,
a moon beam, like a thief, crept in,
  and slept with the crow's
unspoken sadness.