A crow comes to sit by my window -
he is bearing Death.
I load my shotgun and I kill him.
This violence is but a facet of fear.
A crow comes to sit by my window -
he is bearing Death.
I feed him a poisoned pie; he falls ill.
This malice is but a facet of fear.
A crow comes to sit by my window -
he is bearing Death.
I welcome him in, I offer him water.
This hospitality is but a facet of fear.
A crow comes to sit by my window -
he is bearing Death.
I bow my head in passing, I offer him a smile.
This acceptance is a facet of peace.
- a.a.j
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Truths I Tell (Poetry)
PoetryA collection of poems which express the love, sorrow, joy, anguish and other such emotions which life has allowed me to feel.
