Why are crows always drawn to shiny things?
He asks himself as he watches her,
Knowing that she will never see him.
She is light and laughter;
She is destined to shine in the sun,
To claim her place in the daylight.
He is not.
He is darkness and heavy metal
And poems written in black ink.
He doesn’t know why he is drawn to her;
They’re so different, and yet….
And yet.
Why are crows always drawn to shiny things?
Copyright Sarah Davidson 2021
