Destined And Fate

14. Mr. Crow

Mr. Crow that sits on my window sill,
Keep going and coming at your own will.

Feeding you all my leftover bread,
You know the person that hates and wants me dead.

You always look at me with that blank stare,
I see people fear you but that's not fair.

You say you should make me happy but then you flee,
Will I ever see you again before the tide fails the tree.

Then I begin to wonder if we're ever real,
But I remember what you made me feel.

And wondering if you were out there cold,
The freshly baked bread has began to mold.

And I remembered your eyes that were sleepy,
They were safe to me- but others found it creepy.

And then I see you flying down from the Sun,
Seeing those large black wings- the tears begun.

And piercing my ears with your screeching calls,
You flew in and splattered blood on my walls.