CAWWWW, CAWWW
I heard the crow call out
Several times during the night
It woke me from my sleep
Though only momentary
And I was dreaming again
CAWWW, CAWWW
It woke me again
Annoying crow,
Black in the blackness
Keeping me from my sleep
Shut up! I shouted and I
Closed the window to
Mute its irritating cries
I slept till late for me
I opened the blind and
Saw something black
On the red Adirondack chair
I could not tell what it was
I dressed and went
to the kitchen
Made coffee and
Taking a sip, I went out
To that red chair
It was last night’s crow
Unmoving, its legs trapped
In the slats of the chair
Its lifeless eyes
Looking at me
I did not recognize
It’s cry for help
I do not speak crow.
Wayne Hebb is a retired RCMP officer living in St. John’s, NL with his wife of 49 years. He enjoys writing poetry, short stories, creative non-fiction, and novels. Several of his poems have been published in Verse-Virtual, The Dark Poets Society, The Horseshoe Literary Magazine and The Galway Review.
