The crow

this is a poem that I wrote myself:
  

                                                             The Crow

As his black face stalks at midnight,

His wings flap in the wind,

A girl walks out of her shelter,

sees him in the black of night,

Thinking, "I wish I were a bird,

a big, beautiful crow."

who could fly away,

nobody screaming,

 " Get back to your lessons!"
to him at all.