I saw a crow today, he sat
upon a dish antenna
singing to his self his melancholy,
looking hither-thither, to find
a lost comrade or may be it is
just his proclivity,
.
my eyes fixated at his actions
he never looked at me, not a single while
but I resolved myself to the spot
thinking that if I stand for long
he would glide and come sit atop
my shoulder, or may be it was
just a proclivity of my mind
.
nevertheless he took his flight
never was a flight so entrancing,
not that of a peacock, not a koel,
not even an eagle,
and I think he prided himself
in his beauty: his disparity,
and that of my own
Written on 3 July’2014.
Oil Painting by Vanessa van Eyk