in my birdbath this morning
there was a big black crow
complaining
about everything
he plunged his head
in the water
and shook his wings
in the air
then he flew off
bitching
crows are always complaining
that's the problem with crows
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I like it, Atticus.
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That's what I was thinking!
Crows have a way of bringing out what people aren't comfortable with in themself. In this scene, I see the crow loudly celebrating the great watering-hole it's found to bath it's beautiful black feathers in... yes, I have a hard time being really out there, vocally celebrating, and announcing to the world the great stuff I've found.
Thanks Anne - Great to see you. :-)
Very nice poem and observation...that's the nice thing about poetry...everything can be grist for the music in your head...
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They were not welcome in the corn patch..
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They say things are big in Texas, but Alaska is the largest state in the Union. I imagine them (crows) to be bigger, bolder, and a little less refined up there.
I've always wanted to go to Alaska. I've heard (and seen in friends' photos) of its unbelievably beauty.
Around Juneau it is beautiful. The mountains protect the city from the winter storms. It was a very snowy winter this year, apparently. We were privileged to see two glaciers (from a distance).
A very zany verse, Atticus.