A Crow called Jim

Posted: March 29, 2013 in #fridayflash, Short stories

Jim the crow was born all alone,
his egg had fallen from the nest and hit a stone.
the stone had smashed Jim the crows tiny egg,
he tried to stand up but had a broken leg.

He hopped and chirped for someone to help,
but fell back down with a tiny yelp!
A girl called Tilly was out playing with Finlay her brother,
She heard Jim the crow yelp and the cries for his mother.

She scooped Jim the Crow up and patted his head,
She took him home and made him a small bed.
Tilly looked after him so his leg could mend,
Tilly became Jim the Crow’s best two legged friend.

He grew up to have silky black feathers and big button eyes,
And huge wings like fans that let him float in the skies. 
He would sleep on the window outside Tilly’s room,
Unless there was thunder … crash, bang, BOOM!!!

When it was time for Tilly to get up out of bed,
Jim would tap on the window until Tilly lifted her head.
He’d sit at the table whilst the children ate their porridge and toast,
Tilly would sneak him the crusts, the bits he liked the most.

Jim Crow went with Tilly on her walks to school and home,
Tilly would sing a song to him wherever they’d rome:
Jim Crow, Jim Crow, don’t fly too low
don’t go where the sharp teethed creatures go
Stay up in the sky, or here with me
you don’t want to be the fox’s afternoon tea!!!

When Tilly and Finlay were busy at school,
Jim the Crow stayed outside, that was the rule.
He would sit like a statue on the school’s big black gate,
Until the clock turned 3, that’s where he’d wait.

When they were at home Jim the Crow loved to play games,
They’d sit by the fire, next to the warm tickly flames.
Tilly would read stories when there was sign of rain,
and Finlay would give Jim the crow rides on his little toy train.

If Jim Crow played in the garden with Tilly or out in the woods,
Tilly would be worried and sing a song as loud as she could:
Jim Crow, Jim Crow, don’t fly too low
don’t go where the sharp teethed creatures go
Stay up in the sky, or here with me
you don’t want to be the fox’s afternoon tea!!!

One day the fox spotted Jim the Crow and licked his lips,
He waited until Jim flew down low and wiggled his hips.
The fox pounced and tumbled hurting Jim the Crows head,
Tilly shouted and jumped up and down until the fox sped.

Tilly scooped Jim the Crow up in her arms and sang their song,
She sat by his bed whilst he slept and sang it all night long:
Jim Crow, Jim Crow, don’t fly too low
don’t go where the sharp teethed creatures go
Stay up in the sky, or here with me
you don’t want to be the fox’s afternoon tea!!!

In the morning Tilly woke to find Jim Crow wasn’t there,
She jumped from the bed and looked underneath the chair.
He couldn’t of gone or flown away he would have been to weak,
But then she heard a tap on the window, made by a strong black beak.

There on the window with his silky black feathers and big button eyes,
And his wings like fans that let him float in the skies.
“Jim Crow”, Tilly shouted with excitement and a big smile,
“We’ll be able to play again for a long long while”.

Now remember Jim Crow, Tilly said with her hands on her hips
You must sing our song wherever we go, watch my lips…
Jim Crow, Jim Crow, don’t fly too low
don’t go where the sharp teethed creatures go
Stay up in the sky, or here with me
you don’t want to be the fox’s afternoon tea!!!

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Comments
  1. Larry Kollar says:

    How sweet. Jim sounds like Tilly’s best friend too. It would make for a clever little ballad in a longer story, too.

  2. Bev says:

    I LOVED THIS! Absolutely loved it! I could imagine each stanza alongside a watercolor drawing in a children’s book as if I’d found it on a shelf in the school library.

  3. Very nice poem/story. Such a sweet friendship they have.

  4. ganymeder says:

    I liked this so much I read it to my son. Monsterbat liked it too. Very charming.

  5. Brinda says:

    @Brainhaze this was very sweet – nicely done!

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  7. Jim the Crow and Tilly certainly formed a friendship!

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