Dark Stranger

you greet me on the path,

on my way home,

you've been in fields and walk ways,

Bus stops and pathways ,

streets sunny and bright,

dark stranger'

I feel you're not a stranger at all.

you been with me in my life,

I don't know you, or who you are.

You're just a bird with a beak for prey,

your look could kill,

your stair could freeze.

black bird you've been with me in my life.

Its your feathers that glow.

you're not a black bird,

you're a crow.

patricia mccashin 8/5.2015