The Crow

I constantly walk down these winding streets, too long and too wide

Yet something walks next to me, stuck by my side     

Small, black and feathery, a lone crow my only friend

And even though i dont know when or where this journey will end

We walk together, this solemn bird and I

And although I expect it, he never flies into the sky

He never gives a caw or offers any sound

Maybe except the patter of his feet tapping upon the ground 

And this is how we stay, from now till end of days

A girl and her bird stook in their seperate ways