sunset

A crow looked at me, From within a tree 

beyond branches and leaves

I could see its little beak, open and shut 

Squawk and squeak, I feel in rut 

 

Watching the sunset from my porch

I see a bird fly right past me

There's a beauty, in all the stuff 

There's beauty in it, it just isn't enough

 

The sunsets just a split second

So I take pictures and videos

I've yet to grow to regret it 

They just never look real though