She cringes in the shadow
Feral eyes waiting for a chance
To take what has always been hers
Fingers clenched into talons
No tears 
No regret 
No joy 
She lost all of that 
When she lost herself
But the scuttling creature of the shadows
Does not remember
That was before her advent
The crow sounds his raucous call
Tilting on his powerline perch
And she blends in 
With the darkness
 That is the only home 
She has ever known
-Wendy Lobb 1996
 Van Gogh Peasant Kneeling