Something a bit different for here.
A quick write during the recent FAWM Challenge.
Music & vocals by Shelley Miller
(More of her here, by the way.
http://www.shelleymiller.net)
Lyric by me
That Old Crow
V1
That old crow has piercing eyes
Grim and shrewd and bright
Its wings are made of shadows
Harbingers of night
V2
That old crow has eager claws
Sharp and swift and fierce
He’s balanced on the railing
Counting up the years
Bridge
A memory calls
Hauls me back to fields
Of grassy innocence
Where no bird held
A sinister significance
V1
That old crow comes pecking round
Brute and black and bleak
I feel like a strip of tinsel
Hanging from its beak
Outro
My chin has known buttercups
My hair has known daisies
But all of that was long before
I grew up and went crazy
© 2014 Donna Devine
