A bad omen
Or merely a crow
On a branch
With nowhere else
To be

Good luck
Maybe simply a penny
Lost
Like so many on
This sidewalk

We want signs
Animals, lost objects
But even majestic
Like an eagle
Would not do

Plying with
A wingspan
Aloft on a breeze
Held up
To keep watch of me

I should hope
For your
Advancement
A newborn baby —
In another land, perhaps