Monday, February 21, 2011

Infinite Deep.

A poem inspired by my favourite ENFP. 
She reminded me that I write poetry, so I sat down for twenty minutes... 

Infinite Deep...

A crow in a treetop, looked down at the pond,
that lay next to his tree, and of which he was fond.
Every day he would eye it, and wonder sometimes,
at the bird perched inside it, who sat plotting crimes.

One day he determined to fly down and see,
what the pond bird was doing, and who it might be.
He flapped in wide circles and hopped to the ground,
after checking, as always, for what lay around.

There was nothing in hiding, no threat that lay near,
no excitement to speak of, except for a deer.
So he hopped to the side of the pond, and sat down,
and spying the bird, asked it what it had found.

"You are the crow in the tree", said the bird.
"And I am the crow in the pond, have you heard?"
"I was wondering when you would come talk to me.
I've been wondering if you might be stuck in that tree."

"You say you're a crow?" asked the crow from the tree.
"Yes, a crow's what I am," said the crow, "can't you see?"
"Then why do you live in a pond?" asked the crow,
from the tree, to the crow in the pond, "do you know?"

"I do," said the crow in the pond, to the crow
from the tree, who always liked new things to know.
"You live in the pond, and you live in the tree..."
said the crow as he entered the pond carefully.

The water was cool and a frog pedalled by,
croaking a greeting, a wink in his eye.
"Don't come too far in," said the crow in the pond,
"or you'll wet all your feathers, and that would be wrong."

"Why would it be wrong?" asked the crow from the tree.
"Crows can't fly, 'til they're dry, 'til they are, they can't flee."
"What is there to flee from?" asked the slightly damp crow.
But the pond crow decided that he didn't know.

"I know," said the owl, who had landed, to drink.
"If you give me a moment, then I'll try to think."
And while he was thinking, the tree crow took off,
and squawked down at the owl, appearing to scoff.

"Tell me why you are laughing at me?" cried the owl.
"I find the respect that you lack, for me, foul."
"Please excuse me," said crow, "I mean no disrespect,"
"I am only a crow, so what could you expect?"

"So you are," said the owl, "I can see you are dry."
"Had you not been, then you'd not be able to fly."
"If I see you again, and your feathers are wet,"
"I shall eat you for supper, and teach you respect."

"And what if I give you respect here and now?"
Asked the crow, of the owl, since he wanted to know.
"Then I shall not eat you, and we will be friends,"
"You could fly down here now, and we could make amends."

"Should I trust him?" the crow asked the crow in the pond,
who was carefully listening to these goings on.
"Why not?" spake the pond crow, "You might as well see,"
"He might not eat you, he has never ate me."

So the crow, after counsel, decided to trust,
for the sake of experience, knew that he must.
He sat down by the owl, who had finished his drink.
So surpised by the crow, knowing not what to think.

The crow in the pond was delighted at this,
He splashed out to join them and gave them a kiss.
The owl, quite ruefully, explained it thus:
"The taste of a crow, is not delicious."

And crows, tasting awful, may do as they please,
for nothing will eat them, no not even fleas.
So now sat together, once one, now were three,
the tree crow invited them back to his tree.

"Why bother with that?" said the owl to the crow.
"Could it be there is something that you still don't know?"
"That the owl and the crow and the pond and the tree,"
"are all the same thing, it is no mystery."

"Ah," said the crow, as he pondered this news.
"I'd suspected as much, I had noticed the clues."
"It is nice to be friendly with all that I see,"
"It is not hard at all, knowing all of it's me."

They splashed and they ruffled, the birds and the pond,
while the tree dipped its roots in, and distance was gone.
The frog pedalled by, once again, with a croak.
The sun went to sleep, and the night drew its cloak.

Through the darkness, the birds and the pond and the tree,
along with the frog, sat and talked, until three.
Then they all became one with the silence of sleep,
while the universe turned, in the infinite deep.

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