The Crow

My life is as hectic as a crows
I feel as if I’m a flightless bird though
For I can only walk a mile’
And I can’t run, only for a little while
My heart is as black as a crow's wing
Sitting on a perch, waiting for what the day will bring
I imagine myself sitting on the highest tree
Because that's the only way I can think peacefully
I see life happening down below
But it’s too much for me to handle, this I already know
So I sit here and ponder to myself
What can I do to better my inner wealth
My legs fold under me like a crow’s tail
My innocence is something I wish to prevail
For I’m misjudged just like the common bird
Because of today's society in this mockery world

Stephanie Davis
June 2021