I woke to the rain tapping on my window

And the wind rapping

Rapping at my door.

I turned over to try and sleep once more

But the rapping I could not endure.

So I got up and found things to do

But the rapping continued through

The day and into the night

So loud it had me gripped in fright.

Another day of rapping I could not endure

So I went slowly to the door

And there if found the source of the rapping

A crow.

It flew and landed at my feet

In its eyes I saw not defeat but life

Life that dances to a different beat.

I sat in the dark with a black chest and white face

And for the next few nights

I wore a smile on my face.

So without fear, hurt or a mere test

I got revenge on those I detest

And held the ones I love to my beating heart and breast.

I tell them I have to leave

To god’s country

With my soul freed.

And yet I wonder if I pounded

On his door on the day he likes to rest

Will he snore or hear me?

Like the rain on my window

And the crow at my door.