A crow..

A crow at the top of the pole

still "watching "me gently

like a mother who can't stop taking her eyes off "from her child"..

You were watching me from there


While I was "talking" to my grand father

He just appeared, landed with black wings both side of his body

The crow was watching me,

but looked so different from other real "crows"

I thought he were staring at me first,

but just watching me gently with warmth of your heart

as if he can't take his eyes off from me with the gentle eyes


but I said to my grand father that "I was so scared.."

then my grand father said to me

" He is not a bad person like you think, "He" just worries about you. "

I turned around and looked at "Him"..

"He" was still watching me with full of love in his watery eyes..

Just like someone I know of can't stop watching me

with his own love inside, just can't stop worrying about me..


My "grand father "continues

" There are also a few good crows within the bad ones,

even though they are all disguised in black..

He was the one of fewer .. So he is not a bad boy.. "

He was still there while I was inside "the barrier" of the lower trees

Hopping around me just like drawing a circle on stepping stones..

still watching me from time to time..


Then you flew away to the pole

staying there until I was gone..

You still had a gentle watery eyes.

While I looked at into your eyes,

You just watch me gently with no dirty looks..


When I walked out, you just flew away

flew away to the western sky..

You were "the Crow" with the most gentle eyes I've ever seen,

a warmhearted "Crow" disguised in all black clothes from head to toe..