Crow
Crow, I do not know you
Though I feel like I should
You eye me like a trespasser
One eye at a time, head to the side
Astray from your army of foragers
Crunching and stalking the soil
You eye me like a ghost
On the edge of your thoughts
Like a breeze off-course
Like a feather of the fallen
Crow, you do not know me
Though we may have met before
You may have perched on the wire
With my words passing through
Humming in your shoes
Astray from your army of fliers
Pondering the strange motorways
You eye me like I could tell you
If I knew what to say
If I knew what to say
If I knew what to say