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” The Crow “
– in the dead of night –
I am the crow
In a grave
Dark world,
A soul in plight
Black as the night,
Forced to live
This endless flight,
Looking for a path
To the freedom I seek,
As anxiety nears
This aging cryptique,
Who’ll suffer hell
Or fly with the devil
For a ray of light,
That shows a way clear
For I the crow,
To end one’s journeys
In the dead of night!
o.v.written in Grasse, Fr.
© Jean-Jacques Fournier
March 21, 2005
Poetry on a canapé 
It’s always fascinating to read how different people perceive crows.
You’re so right, and thank you for saying so, as I’d been hearing so many takes on by so many voices, in tall tales of mysteries, horror stories, supposed personal experiences and many of them possibly true, but most of dubious telling. Being an admirer of both crows and ravens, who are both highly intelligent, thus so likely more than most of the aforementioned connoisseurs, I finally decided I’d join the Corvidae phratry, and speak as they of what and how they feel and live. Thus so as a relatively new member of the species, some 15 years going back to 2005, when I first started to write from their side, in the poetic medium, you’ll forgive me if I’ve a ways to go, to speak in our defence! Look for more to come eventually, and in not too distant future…!
Jean-Jacques
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How interesting! I shall look forward to more of your poetic views from the crows’ nest.
I share your affinity to crows and ravens, Jean-Jacques. “This endless flight, Looking for a path To the freedom I seek, As anxiety nears” – these are the words that resonated, for they are a mirror to humanity’s longing to seek a path that offers freedom from fear. Many thanks for sharing your perspective on these marvelous creatures.
As one admirer to another, of these intelligent crows and ravens said fellow creatures, thank you for your support…