The old man and the crow

The old man at the bench
alone with a bag of corn grits.
Much like the other days
in waiting for the birds, he sits.

The black crow at a distance,
perched as it watches the old man.
Waiting for the next action
of the man sitting alone.

Both creatures have one thing in common;
Company is what they need now.
A world of their own, they live;
left for no other, alone they exist.

But soon the old man felt,
someone he needs in order to exist.
So with the crow that is perched,
Atop the tree, a friend it needs.

And so the old man stood,
from his hands, lets the grits fall.
Come the crow, to the old man it fly,
to feed with the grits with a smile.

And so, both ended as one,
a company of great friendship has begun.
The old man with grits for the crow,
and the crow bringing happiness for the old man now.