The Crow

a midnight crow
gyrates
beneath
the star-studded ceiling
on a gentle breeze
that holds
the curvature
of his
ebony wings
he claims the night
his own
squawks
his beak robbed
of a
precious stone

glistening, dancing
it falls
between moonbeams
within
his darkened pools
of regret
curses his luck
as it breaks the
surface
towards
unknown depths
cascading ripples
flawless rings
growing
beyond his realm
of sanity…