#writephoto The Observer

Every evening around six

Especially in winter

When darkness comes quick

He sits there so silent

Just watching and sees

Observing from the safety of trees

He’s not really mean

Doesn’t get distressed

Just watches from there

Every person’s mess

He sometimes chuckles

Only silent ones

Just to himself

After evil’s been done

He wonders if they’ll ever learn

When they’ll try to discern

That their actions of evil

Don’t cause change, they just churn

Causing discord and hatred that burns

He sits up high away from it all

Observing we humans

With our minds so small.

Thursday photo prompt – Crow #writephoto