The Crow and The Village

In the middle of the night a raven crows
Beckoning me– so I arose
“What is the matter old friend” I did call
With one look at me,
off with a screech he went.
Something deep inside
Compelled me to fly
So I stretched out my arms
And took to the skies
Following the crow 
through the night

Looking down at the village below
The crow revealed the lives below
Their nightly rhythms flowed

Some were safely tucked in bed
Others took the bottle to the head
Hoping the pain would soon end

Some snuggle their family tight
Others snuck out in the middle of the night

Some slept safe and sound
Some were nowhere to be found

For some all was right
For others it was all a fight

Some held their babies tight
                                                      
             Mary wept over the child
             lost in the night

As the morning light appeared
They put on the faces 
Rejoining the rat race

I found myself back in bed
The crow circled once more 
in morning light
Dreams of the night still in my head
My own secrets locked back up tight
Until the next night.