CROW:

Crow, the carrion devourer of vacuous gutted tombs,

Crow, omen of predicted death & all that awfully looms,

Who deemed you good enough to grace this godly earth?

Was it God, through egg, who brought you to your birth?

 

Crow, bringer of death´s missive, upon old rooftops cawing,

Crow, impatient at the plots, where dreams do their pawing,

You, roosting & regally awaiting, upon ivy cladded tombstones,

Watching as souls leave their bodies, of flesh & limbless bones.

 

Crow, upon spires, rooftops, old steeples & hallowed domes,

Crow, no sinner will you be, that is scribed in ancient tomes,

You are merely feathered avian, of ebony night-time plumes,

One of God´s small creatures who sings in graveyard moons.