My partner lay dying in hospital , he was transferred to an emergency bed 28 miles away from where we were staying, (we had gone to the lake district for a weekend’s walking but he was taken ill and 3 weeks later he died) I drove every day to his side and stayed with him all day until night when I drove the 28 miles back to try and sleep.
The last few days of this travel, when half way to the hospital, I began to notice hundreds of crows gathering in the trees, as I drove through this gathering they started flying over and near to my car, the cawing, screeching noise was deafening. I began to dread this journey but stealed myself to do it , it became a living nightmare in every way, a representative of what had happened to our lives.
I have not talked or written about the crows to anyone at the time or in the 16 years since his passing, but due to happenings yesterday I felt compelled to compose a poem and just mention the behaviour of the crows so long ago.
What happened yesterday will be written about in the near future.
The terrible day he died, I had to drive the same journey away from the hospital, but no crows were visible.
This is a true account.