Despised Crow
Who loves you
But another Crow.
Blessed with ugly grace,
And coal scuttle call.
Strut like funeral folk
In suit of mourning,
Condemned to deal in death.
We cannot all be peacocks
Nor would want to.
Beauty is in the mind,
As some beholders see
Monochrome. Wow!
Ask any Crow
Martin Swords
April 2002
Martin Swords
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-a-crow/
