Black Beauty

She was created the last,

The last creature of all,

Choose your colour;

God said, showing the pallet of hue,

Red, green, blue the pallet continued,

Confused and doubted she stood,

Colours went prettier,

As she looked by,

Her muddled mind couldn't choose,

She requested a favour,

Which the god granted for,

Every colour was mixed,

Not a drop was left in vain,

God painted her,

With the colour she choose,

And up to this day,

She carries her colour with pride,

She is called the black beauty of the wild,

That is the story of our little crow

Who was left aloof.....