While alarmed, I stood anxiously watching…
From my safe haven, an ominous cloud-
Graying white puffs rolled from South to North,
And the sun ducked behind the shroud,
Of leaves swirling around like a Blue
Northern shuffling in as limbs shook and swayed,
But it was some seventy degrees,
A pleasant one turned into a hideous day.
I saw and heard it pop before the thunder,
But, my eyesight wandered through trees,
Then, I noticed one lonely black crow,
She was perched rocking in the breeze.
The lightning struck beyond her,
I was struck at awe,
The thunder clapped loudly,
The crow held on by claw.
I glanced back at my haven,
To be thankful I am surely blessed,
I looked back again at the crow
I never noticed a nest.
The storm clouds rolled angrily,
I gazed at the crow on a limb,
I searched through and all around her
I was amazed I found her friend.
Now, two big black crows perched on limbs,
They never seemed afraid,
But, through the fierceness of it all,
Even a blind man could not be that brave.