A Book of Poems

An Ode to the Crow

With feathers that were as dark as the night,
And gleaming eyes, intelligent and bright,
The crow sat, silent upon the steel wire,
patiently watching the thorny briar.

The crow soon decided the time was right.
And like a rocket, shot up, taking flight.
A mouse soon scampered out, scurrying by.
Just to be plucked by the bird in the sky.

Devouring their caught prey, they flew away
And thus time passed by and there went the day.
Cerulean blue to stygian black,
Tomorrow soon came, and the crow came back.

Sunrise to sunset and yet not a peep.
But the crow still remained, resisting sleep.
Finally, a single mouse said, "Oh Tush,"
And so, out it came, clearly in a rush.

Little mouse, brave yet foolish, next time stay,
And perhaps, you wouldn't have become the prey.
The crow left, satisfied with the day's feast.
One soon wondered, who's next to feed the beast?

Dusk becomes dawn, and soon the crow returned.
But the mice? Their lesson still hadn't been learned.
The day goes by, another mouse perished,
Another mouse, who was deeply cherished.


One day things changed, not one but two, three, four.
The crow was greedy and ate even more.
Its hunger seemed to never be sated,
Mice still fell to the fiend that awaited.

A clever mouse thought of an idea,
A plan to save them from living in fear.
Because the crow was smart, but mice were too.
And times were desperate, what could they do?

The brave mouse dashed out to potential death.
The other mice waited with bated breath.
The crow let out a warcry and gave chase,
But the valiant mouse just doubled their pace.

Overcome with fury, the crow saw red.
Now surely, the brave mouse would end up dead.
But the crow was blinded, trembling in rage,
Not seeing they were led straight to a cage.

Straight into prickles, ensnared by a trap.
Entangled, the crow's wings couldn't even flap.
Their prey was gone from sight, now safe and sound.
And struggle they may, the crow remained bound.

Futile fights stopped, but the damage was done.
The mice came out from hiding for they won.
The crow remained captured, but their wounds bled,
Dying the thorns a bright, bloody rose red.

The crow became still, taking its last breath.
The mice cheered, as the crow had met its death.
From ashes to ashes and dust to dust,
The grey steel wire slowly began to rust.

A word of warning, advice to the wise,
Beware the crow, it may cause your demise.
The crow and its reign may have met its end.
But the journey isn't over yet, my friend.

There were more trials for the mice to face,
Future threats, and extinction for their race.
The devilish fiend was only the start,
the crow was in fact, the easiest part.