Acrylic paint on canvas
Once upon a September morning a crow landed without warning on the chimney high above, looking for some food and more.
Raucous cawing, endless screeching, tuneless songs
Long distance reaching, I stood below, down in the garden, just outside the kitchen door wishing that the bird would fly off, and I would hear it nevermore.
It seemed to turn and stand erect, looking down at me direct it’s bright eyes thinking.
I stared back my forehead wrinkling
And I wondered what he saw in me.
Was I danger? that strange shaped stranger?
Would it flap its wings and flee?
Sometimes I too, feel uncertain, hiding safe behind my curtains, not knowing the day would bring.
Will I be silent? Will I sing?
Will I fly, feel free and soar?
Feel the sun upon me shining, touch each dark clouds silver lining and face depression nevermore?