The Crow

   
I wrote about a crow, the other day    
In the car-park lot  
Perhaps you will remember   .   .   .   .    
Maybe not.  .  .  .  .  .    
He was there again today    
Dancing on the coping stones    
Above the railway station.    
It was cold. the stones were bare.    
No sweets this time to take and share.    
And then I thought, He is alone...    
Twice I've seen him by-himself,    
But they always go in pairs,    
For life . . . . .    
I've read it in a book..    
Is he really all alone    
Dancing on the coping stones?    
Is it then for life?