Wednesday, April 29, 2020

The Crows Flee

I walked along the pathway, as the crows then flew away
Alone without love, without hope, without anything much
With freezing rains falling, the ghosts of the past calling
Nothing I could really do, being years since I last saw you


“It is only natural, of course, that each man should think his own opinions best: the crow loves his fledgling, and the ape his cub.”  Thomas More