Hauptmann Kauffman
February 21st, 2008, 11:34 PM
One of my grandfathers poems that touched me...
Crow
She lay on her black back, wings
wrapping lifeless heart and body tightly,
upright clenched claws clasping last memories.
She had rested awhile under my porch.
I watched her try to fly,
one last time.
Six years earlier, to the day.
Knowing she wanted to manage
this time herself, I withdrew life support,
watching closed eyes, listening to breathing slowing.
We rested together forty years.
She wanted to try,
one last time.
Crow
She lay on her black back, wings
wrapping lifeless heart and body tightly,
upright clenched claws clasping last memories.
She had rested awhile under my porch.
I watched her try to fly,
one last time.
Six years earlier, to the day.
Knowing she wanted to manage
this time herself, I withdrew life support,
watching closed eyes, listening to breathing slowing.
We rested together forty years.
She wanted to try,
one last time.