I painted and sketched a crow that I saw as I was returning home  from the beach with my  daughter and grandchildren one day. Below it is a poem that it inspired me to write.

The crow sat on an old dead tree
Eyeing her surroundings
Oblivious to me

She could have chosen oak or birch
A dead tree was her perch

Crows are bold and seem to say
Look at me
Don't look away

I am the mighty queen
You know
I swoop and then I scream

Listen to my mighty call
Caw caw caw
I'll take it all

Hear her voice so strong and bold
My mind and soul
As I grow old
Picture and Poem by Susan L. Anderson
Copyright 2000
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