The Bc Crow Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

The BC Crow

As black as a night
In the far, older times
She followed her senses.

Smart and clever,
She knew,
Food was there,
Even if out of sight.

I stood like artists
With brush and with paint
Staring at their subjects
At the shores or beaches,
Flowers, hills, mountains.

But thought of the poet
Writing of the Plums,
Wheelbarrow, in rain, sun.

As black as some lives,
Neither cried nor was shy!

She found her landing site,
Garbage bins of a house,
City of Coquitlam's…

One was sealed, very tight,
Half-open, another one.

Used her tools, beak, and legs
With her wings and feathers.

She tried very hard,
She tried very hard,
She tried very hard.

Jumped on and flew down,
Went from side to side.

Life's tunnel was too dark,
She, without torch and light.