The Crow

Oh how majestic the Crow is.
A superstition it may be but there is no
denying the beauty of it.
Shiny black wings, stretching toward the sky
with no destination in mind.

A sunrise as a background, the beautiful
bird takes flight. The wind glides smoothly
over and below the perfectly aligned wings.
Peter Pan would shed a tear at the sight.

As one of God's magnificent creatures, it is one of the
best. It shows death to those who fear it
but birth to those who want it.
The glossy eyes with no end, a sea of
blackness that engulfs the soul.
Similar to a Raven in all its characteristics
Yet so different
A superstition it may be but there is no
denying the beauty of it.