A Long Book of Short Poems

The Crow

The Crow picked up my soul,

And as it flew away,

I looked it in the eye,

Then asked if I could stay.

There's work I have to do,

And debts I need to pay.

I have so much to do,

I really can't delay.

The Crow stared at me long,

And finally did it say:

Don't worry, you'll go back.

It just won't be today.