The past

Where we hide

The mist passed by

Only time, the days ask why

Wonder why she lives in vain

Something in the past remains

The storm had taken its toll on the old crow

She landed on the tree beside an unused nest

Hopping in, waiting out time

She knew this was the end

The crow would fly no more

When autumn leaves fall

And the trees retreat into the forest

Waiting on the arrival of winter

Animals scurry for the final gathering

Before the deep sleep beckens

The snow gently trickled through the trees

Covering the ground below

They found her there

Clutching a photo of a child long gone

The crow lay beside her

Some said the crow was the death sign

It was well known in folklore

The crow was a bad omen

Nothing good came in its presence

When, in reality, life had killed them both