There was a crow that would always make an annoying noise,
Just outside Jack’s window every morning, night and day.
Why did that crow make such a horrendous sound,
Even when there was no one and nothing else around.
Perhaps that crow was making a noise for a reason,
It always crowed through summer, autumn, and every season.
Was the sound of the crow making a terrible noise,
Could it be some evil omen for Jack, his wife, and his boys?
Over the days, the months, and the years Jack finally knew,
That the black crow was evil and that knowledge grew.
He saw an accident on the television one day,
He watched the black crow swoop to the scene and fly away.
Whenever Jack saw everything going wrong in his life,
Like the day when he lost his sons and his wife,
He heard and saw that dreaded black crow on his gate.
He went out and snuffed it out before it was too late.
Today, Jack sits in a terrible state in a padded cell.
He watches blackbirds and crows fly in and out of hell.
Jack cannot sleep in this nightmare that does not end.
He lost his mind, his career, his family, and every friend.
Lovely poem with a unique twist Warren
Didn’t see this one coming. Earlier this week I had a similar picture taken of a crow. What was its message? Will we ever know?