Crow

A crow fell into the garden, bleeding in the grass Alice said 'for Ted Hughes, they held his grief for Sylvia Plath' You put on a brave face then turn to go inside I sleep in the room above and hear the howling through the night Ahhh ahhh ahhh Ahhh ahhh ahhhh I walk into your bedroom and you're lying on your back unblinking Staring at the ceiling Counting all the cracks The windows closed but we still hear what's happening outside Is it just a dying bird, or do you take it as a sign? Ahhh ahhh ahhh Ahhh ahhh ahhhh When you're grieving You'll find meaning in anything if you try Sometimes the kindest thing to do is let it die Your father thought he saw God, but it was headlights from a car Just because he's a sociopath It doesn't mean you are Could've sworn I heard the water Running in the bath Half expecting to see you and your shadow in the frosted glass Helicopter Sirens and the walls here are so thin I guess now that we're older We should just hold it in Ahhh ahhh ahhh Ahhh ahhh ahhhh When you're grieving You'll find meaning in anything if you try Sometimes the kindest thing to do is let it die Your father thought he saw God, but it was headlights from a car Just because he's a sociopath It doesn't mean you are Ahhh ahhh ahhh Ahhh ahhh ahhhh Ahhh ahhh ahhh Ahhh ahhh ahhhh