The Crow

MDStone

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

  • Author: MDStone (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 28th, 2022 21:54
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Users favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek
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  • L. B. Mek

    '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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