patchwork child

crow

a crow perched on a wire
he caws down to me as i lie in bed
i glance to him through a window
he caws again
i yell back to him a question
i ask him why he speaks
why does he caw to me?
i feel warmer
if this crow deems me worthy,
maybe i am not so wretched
maybe i am not so damned
i meet crow's eye
moments pass
crow loses his balance
falling from the wire,
he makes a last caw
i hear it as he disappears from view
time seems to slow now
the silence is deafening