The Crow
Each day same time there’s this crow
Who likes to entertain outside my window
It’s loud and obnoxious but a good show
I’m getting to where I hate to see him go
But I guess he has places to be, you know
I’m watching the sparrows all in a row
They’re watching this bird pace to and fro
Listening to his irate rant with its flow
I think his act is really starting to grow
He clicks and caws like a wiley old pro
The mocking birds aren’t buying it though
Then one day I’m there with my cup of Joe
Thinking he’d show up, but that was a no
And now it’s been two weeks or so
I’m sitting here tears glistening in the glow
Thinking about that silly old crow
Comments1
'attachments' in life
so subtly, 'dangerous'
so, we must be grateful
for our 'cup of joe's'
in life...
(a very layered, didactive fable
or a surface level, good yarn
either way, a pleasure to read
so well paced!)
thank you! dear poet
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