A crow is not the cutest thing to see,
It hardly holds any fascination for me.
Still I despise it not from my heart,
As I find it clever, alert and smart.
Just the other day I saw one of them,
In search of dried leaves as it came,
To my backyard's line of shedding trees,
And pulled out yarns from dried out twigs.
It was in a haste to build up a nest,
So it was busy all day without rest,
To collect dried leaves and grass strands
Flying here and there, in short errands.
As I saw the crow's efforts to build a nest,
I imagined activities it would do the next.
Mating with its spouse and laying of eggs,
Hatching on and on until the shell breaks.
Building a home is a scene that pleases me,
A home is the safest place one can ever be.
It starts with two, then three, four and so on,
Again back to two, when the children are gone.
This's a lovely poem! building...then back to being alone once again!
Yes............why a crow? ..... all creation come close to build a home for procreation and then depart when the task is done.............may be your imagination was ignited by the bird.
Thank you, @Soumita Sarkar for sharing your thoughts after reading the poem. I've just read your latest poem 'Spotless' and commented thereon.
The last time I 'borrowed' this poem was for my Sept.2018 showcase. Thanks again, my friend. : ) bri
This is planned for use in my Feb.-March 2023 showcase. But 'hatching' is incorrect; try substituting 'incubating', the process which leads to 'hatching'. ;)
now i plan to put this one in my September 2018 showcase of PH poems, highlighting those of poets from the Indian subcontinent' in Sept. thanks, in advance! i grabbed it out of MyPoemList. bri ;)
@ Bri Edwards, Thanks for reading my poem and appreciating the rhyming in it, and taking time to write the elaborate comments. I have read your poem 'The Raven Pair' and liked it. Shall put my comments separately.
@ Geetha Jayakumar, Thanks for reading and liking it, and for the kind words.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great poem! I never held a liking for crows, but it's true; life is life, and there' no denying it! However, I do wonder of the title Dreams; is is a crow's dream to have little birdies, or just a title? I especially love the first stanza: 'A crow is not the cutest thing to see, It hardly holds any fascination for me. Still I despise it not from my heart, As I find it clever, alert and smart.' Great poem overall, Mr. Ahsan!