He told me had been a crow in a former life.
I wondered if he’d lost his mental faculties.
The strange thing is he looked like one
But in a good way. He had the raven hair
And unusual but compelling birdike eyes,
And women found his looks attractive,
Flocked around him like birds around seed.
I’ll never forget the day he asked me if
I believed his story about being a crow.
After I said sorry I just can’t believe it,
He spread his arms and cawed like a crow,
And the air was filled with hundreds of crows,
So many they blocked out the sun.
I swear it was like a crow apocalypse,
And it scared the holy hell out of me.
He cawed again and the crows flew away.
Bob Boyd
