As The Crow Flies

Staring past the curtain,

At the vigilant crow upon the mast,

The creature unaware of a presence,

In a moment forever lost.

 

Unflappable in its endeavour,

A breather from its hunt,

A distorted view of the world,

Its cackle alerting its murder..... of its next tenacious stunt!

 

Unperturbed by darkness,

Its itinerary meticulous, movement, stealth like,

As day gives way to darkness,

A sky drifting magenta decline

 

Copyright S Rose