ah, happy crow
(uncaring that humans may
not find you very pleasant)
you sit on the branch of that shady tree
and you peck at a bone you’ve brought yourself
and you are busy, busy, busy eating;
and I, happy too, sit here
at a table, eating my sandwich
and sipping a little water
ah, happy crow busy, busy eating
(uncaring that many humans may
not find you very pleasant)
I know your happiness
and you know mine;
and thus we sit at our spots
eating the bits we find
regardless of who we are, if we are contentented to what we have, then, we are happy....naizz
Man and crow are happy in their craftness. I have also written about crows but in a different vein. CP
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What's for crow is not for man... 'feel happy eating the bits one finds for himself without prejudice over other man's bits' is the beautiful message inside this intelligent write...crow is a symbol representing anyone other than self...congrats, RA...10