The crow on the shoulder of the road
stood unmoved by the roar of the car
a car that had traveled the world with
a man marred and afraid of his past
the crow flapped his wings in the wind,
hopped two times in pursuit of the car
but the man never knew about the crow.
This poem was written in response to Fireblossom Friday and shared at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads. To read more crow inspired poetry or share your own crow inspired work, head over to the imaginary garden.