The Crow

In my next life I will be a crow.

The black bird of wisdom, strength, and heart.

The lone ranger always on the prowl.

Never fearing the idea of fitting in because it won’t matter.

Having freedom to live, to breathe, and understand.

The world will be harsh, lying and probably dying.

Sounds will be made to alert and warn.

The wolf will listen.

Seeing the prey it will be hunted.

I will be the scavenger.

We are the team that everyone will be envious of.

Wolf, the only one I trust beside myself.

Though, deceiving might be his trait.

I won’t live for anyone.

Always act selfish for no reason.

My head high with pride.

I will take what is not given.

Everything I this current life will be everything I’m not in the next.

I’m not a dreamer, a believer, grateful, or even optimistic.

It wouldn’t even matter.

Never seen anyways.

I will never be deprived.

Nor helpless or senseless.

Egotistical will be the name.

I honor the lonely life I will live hovering, watching and seeing everything.

Force all the secrets, lies, and the hidden treasures be all my own to my
knowledge.

I’ll even gossip even if I have no one to tell.

I will be the lovely crow on the pole crying out and watching.

I will be on the side lines and forgotten.