I do not want to be your nightingale
that sings sweet songs into the gloaming pale.
I do not want to wear a peacock's gown
and strut with you about the gawking town.
I will not be a guinea hen for you,
lay eggs or keep a nest, always be true...
I am, and always will be, just a crow
the shiny black-winged woman that you know
who sits high, watches far, and loves so deep
my heart will guard you even as you sleep.
Too smart for my own good, a pencil thief
fell curious, entrenched in my belief
that every story's woven as it should
(we have such limited ideas of good).
(c) RCGA 2015