Clive the Crow~by Karen King

 

 

Clive the Crow

His name was Clive
And Clive was a crow.
Clive was a crow
And didn’t know!

Every night,
He flew to her bed,
Flapping his wings
And cocking his head.

He couldn’t understand
Why she didn’t like his feathers.
Why she ignored him,
When they should be together.

He pecked her on the cheek,
But she pushed him away.
He didn’t understand,
When he wanted to stay.

One night, he woke up
And gazed into her eyes.
He saw his reflection.
What a nasty surprise!

Staring back at him,
Was the form of a crow.
Where was the man,
Where did he go?

Then he understood
Why he had been rejected.
He turned away,
All dejected!

His name was Clive
And Clive was a crow.
Clive was a crow
And didn’t know!

Karen King Copyright 27 May 2016