The White Crow
This is the story of the White Crow,
From him came all the crows we see today.
His descendants are black, even though he was ivory white,
Curious? Then listen to what I have to say…
One evening, as he returned to his nest,
He found his beloved wife distraught, in tears.
One of their children had gone missing,
“What if…?” neither could voice the darkest fears.
So he plunged into the heart of the forest,
Without a thought to the dangers of the eerie, scary night.
Neither moon nor stars could guide him,
Because the dense woods cruelly denied him light.
Gigantic trees would suddenly loom up from nowhere,
Jagged branches tried to claw at his wings.
But he kept going and at last he heard a feeble “Cheep!”
Ah! Surely that sound was the sweetest of things?
When he returned to the nest, his wife gave a start,
And he suddenly looked at himself in the starlight dim.
As black as the blackest coal he had become,
It was Night itself which had settled forever on him.
So the next time you see a crow,
With a coat shiny and glossy and black.
Remember that it is a testimony to that courageous soul,
Who braved his worst fears to get someone he loved, back.