Crow… Poem by Mark Heathcote

They are 'otherworldly creatures'
Maybe they are the gatekeepers
Their eyes are stellar stars of worlds unseen
Unbeknown, so they are mercurial
So what… don't we too all sit around and preen
Are we not also in a constant state of flux?
Flapping about this way, about that
Always in a confabulation, I wish I too was a crow
Maybe I am - maybe I will be someday,
Who are others to tell me I'm not?
Honestly, what do they know?
What do they know, really know - honestly?
Honestly, my future self
Could well be a crow.