The Black Crowe

The Black Crowe
Sitting on the edge of the chimney
On the rooftop
Above the 5th floor
Watches the setting sun

Stoic and proud
He sits alone
Daylight turning into darkness
He redies for the night…

Groups of black crows fly by
Young and old
This black crowe ignores them all
Sitting on the edge of the old chimney
All alone

Is he young or is he old?
Is he you or is he me?
I wonder…
Readying for bed or readying for the end?

Watching his sun setting
This lone Black Crowe
Like great Indian Chiefs of the past
Wise, stoic and proud
Dies alone

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