The Chick and the Crow
The chick looks up with youth blurred eyes,
Peering into bright blue nothingness,
A feather coated Genesis.
The sky is blue and trees sway,
A streak of black on rustled breeze,
The chick looks as he perches in the trees.
The crow, a prince of the wind,
Darkest ebony feathers glinting in the sun,
The blue sky framing his midnight pigmentation.
Chick chirps feebly with excited song,
Flapping downy unformed wings,
Chest puffed proudly his creaking voice rings.
He flaps his feathers with mania on his mind,
The chick stares with severe admiration,
In her chest starts such conflagration.
Cloudy eyes see black armor glinting,
His talons appear to her smooth,
His discordant tones do soothe.
Downy dreams thrashing futilely,
Chick shyly watches black sails grasp the air,
Catching sight of glittering eyes speaking of despair.
"Look here, look here, look here,"
Chick wistfully chirps her heart's desires,
Too young for Aphrodite's quagmires.
Days filled with heart growing full,
Hens chide her with ruffled agitation,
But can she help her mawkish disposition?
The crow with his envious flight,
The muscles moving behind her minds eye,
His muscles fighting the currents in the sky.
Will his scattered visits end?
Her trepidatious heart aching,
Little toes straining to lift up but breaking.
Crow a temperate creature,
Till desperation rules with its silent sound,
Swooping talons flashing to the ground.
Chick screams not but cries masochistically,
Her blinded dreams a fault of cloudy new born sight,
But now even age doesn't make her past obsession right.
And nothing but a broken heart left,
The arrow falls from the chicks chest.
Time like a river with rock beds still flows,
And now golden feathers frame her jeweled eyes,
The hen once a chick glances towards the skies.
The crow aged with accurate aim,
Catches her eye with glittering thought,
Consequently too strong now to be caught.
He tilts his head at this pretty poultry,
"Never more" turns into "never too late,"
But glittering black feathers no longer satiate.
A battle of heart just fought by her,
Won by one,
Golden armor glinting under the sun.