A top a tree,
I've built a home,
So that it may never reach,
The touch of strangers,
To my bare skin.
My eyes search for you,
Hoping you'll open the door,
With just a bit of bread in your determined hand,
Step in,
Hide in a secluded corner,
And from the heights,
I'll glide towards you,
Take a bite,
To become your salt.
Critics
'The Crow' by Hirbod Human is a captivating exploration of solitude and identity, portrayed through the life of a crow seeking refuge atop a tree. This poem intertwines the themes of isolation and the quest for a space untouched by the world's gaze, reflecting on the balance between solitude and the need for connection. Hirbod Human's work invites readers to ponder the crow's symbolic journey as a mirror to our own, highlighting the delicate interplay between safeguarding our essence and opening up to selective bonds.
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