Crow

Over the dark trees

The moon was high making

The plants shine and shimmer

From the previously fallen rain.

They're in the dark of

The night a single

Crow lay upon the ground hoping

For a miracle.

It swayed in and out

Of conscienceless, trying,

Struggling.

Neither person nor creature

Dared help the poor soul

Tossing, and turning in pain.

No one knew this

Would be his last moments

On this earth.

Not a single person

Caring, nor giving pity to

The dying bird.

No one knew

This creature would never

Be remembered.

No one knew this crow

In the forest was now

Dead.