Black Crow

Outlined against the evening sky,

Perching atop the reddish tiles,

It seemed to him throughout the day

He'd flown a hundred or more miles.

For sixty seconds he rested,

And then quite refreshed now was he,

He cocked his head for one more look,

Before he took off for the tree.

He settled on a sturdy branch,

Then hopped onto another one,

He browsed among the swaying leaves,

Like he was having so much fun.

As I looked at him I wondered,

What was gathering in his mind?

He eyed the open space again,

Then off he flew, what will he find?Black Bird