A lone crow sits high up on top of a tree

Searching all around for a place to be

Looking so lonesome all the way up there

Perched so high - people stop and stare



The crow knows he's high and above it all

Above all the clowns ... and all of the fools

And so he's poised on the tip of a thin branch

Balanced so well, but knowing there's a chance



The delicate limb will break under his weight

And yet, he stays ... tempting that very fate ...

For he knows ... up high ... is the place to be ...

Living so very free ... exactly like me ....



- Tristram



© Christopher W. Thomas

10:43am Sunday, Jan. 17th, 1999