Caption: Almost everywhere, always watching.
(Webador Stock Photo)
Intro
Cities are strange. Maybe my senses honed with age, or maybe it was because of that book on urban design that I read a while ago, but recently I started to take more notice of the tiny details on the streets. I would walk down the sidewalk and spot the tiny flowers thriving between the sidewalk cracks and the slight angle the 'No Parking' sign was at. Even more, I realised the multitude of animals living near us, from seagulls to Douglas Squirrels to, of course, crows, and I got the idea for this poem. Originally, it was in response to a poetry prompt about your 'spirit animal', but I decided to focus on the tricky nature of the bird. So here goes...
Common Crow
It picks at morsels of plastic and ash.
Roaming all streets, stomach packed
with rumours, platitudes, silence-
clawing in the rough cityscape.
Its wings collect black dust,
protecting from acid rain rain and sun-
cunning flyer, intrepid explorer
alive where no one knows it.
The rough, guttural cry seems to scold me,
but it is always watching.
Turf destroyer, groundbreaker,
never forgetting a face.
So Yeah... (Short)
Amazing things don't have to be obvious. This poem seems to try to prove that, and that sometimes the greatest achievements are of simply existing in a difficult environment. Perhaps life doesn't have to be so complicated all the time.
-Tomatobean
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