You walk down the street, 
And see a dead crow. 
You ponder how it died. 
Maybe it starved to death, 
Or maybe suicide.
Maybe it got hit by a car? 
Or maybe was it poached? 

You remember that crows symbolize
many different things.
In Rome and Greece.
You ponder what it might mean to you.
Some sort of luck?
Good or bad?
Maybe wealth and prosperity,
or death. 

How could the crow die?
Being so very intelligent,
One could only ponder,
how the crow died.
But in the end,
The crow,
Was only sleeping.