I am the crow,
my plumage black as night,
with iridescent glow.
To some, the harbinger of death,
but not you, I know,
you see a soul, a life of meaning.
Peanuts scattered on the snow,
a thoughtful token when worms dig deep
and food is hard to find.
Your generous act so kind.
Yesterday, I found an ivory, twisted stick,
beautifully intricate, divinely thick.
Today, I placed it by your door,
you picked it up with awe.
You did not know that it was me;
I watched you find it from my tree.
A thankful gesture on my part,
bestowed to you for the kindest heart.
Jan 27
Jan 27, 2026 at 3:53 PM UTC
I am the crow,
my plumage black as night,
with iridescent glow.
To some, the harbinger of death,
but not you, I know,
you see a soul, a life of meaning.
Peanuts scattered on the snow,
a thoughtful token when worms dig deep
and food is hard to find.
Your generous act so kind.
Yesterday, I found an ivory, twisted stick,
beautifully intricate, divinely thick.
Today, I placed it by your door,
you picked it up with awe.
You did not know that it was me;
I watched you find it from my tree.
A thankful gesture on my part,
bestowed to you for the kindest heart.
