The birth of a crow

Katie Fullerton '24

A crow caws – (ahh, ahh, caw, mkaw)

Repeat repeat

Squawk, shriek –


But no one seems to mind

For his cries, his latanies, his silly little rhymes are essential to humankind


The crow, completes his task

Foraging through all things dead


Repurposing, surviving, living for those in the past


Those with legs lament in their desolation

They weep and wail

Their bodies turn pail

Awaiting their chance of germination


The crow and his tail feathers billowing in the back,

Approach a diseased insomniac

He purges the sleepy, long lost soul

Somehow regaining his self