A Collection of Poems and Writings of a Madwoman

Crow chasing a Butterfly

In twilight's grasp, where shadows dance and play,
A crow takes flight, its wings a cloak of night,
In silent swoops, it hunts its prey by day,
A butterfly, adorned in colors bright.

The crow, with eyes of gleaming onyx hue,
Pursues the fluttering creature through the air,
Its caws resound, a haunting melody true,
As it weaves through branches without a care.

The butterfly, with wings of painted art,
Dances with grace, a ballet in the sky,
Yet the crow, with hunger deep in its heart,
Chases relentlessly, never asking why.

In this aerial chase, a tale is told,
Of predator and prey, in nature's mold.