Poet's Home             All Poetry       Sign Up!  Login
© 2000-2017 Individual Authors of the Poetry. All rights reserved by authors.   261725 Poems Read.

Search for Poetry


Read Poetry
Hope You Enjoyed The Eclipse While It Lasted

Home, Ghuey, Sweet Home

Life's A Candle

Written For My Father Who Isn't Here To Know

The Light Goes On In The Attic

Circumstance Changes All

I Am....( a keen observation )

(A Prayer of Intercession--Brief Joy)

Malla Batsick

not the story of my youth

Into The Swirling Sea Of White.

Tuesday afternoon in the jewelry box

What If

Make (of) Me A Snow Angel

the slave is freed

So You Do (May 10, 2010 written for June 1987)

If This Is Any Art For Which You Care

All Beings Considered

A Little Bit of Harlem in Your Life

The Secret Eater

Max on the max


Not For The Bloom of Tears Cultivated These Last 100 Years

A Man Called Tsuris

For The Loss Of A Ghost Like You

Love A Cat

Fragile Shell Of Morning

I Long For Stars

I Feel Fine(r)

The Crow Is A Songbird

Sometimes Love Comes With Electricity

And With Words I Let Them Go

More Poetry >>


  Sign Guestbook

Read Guestbook


The Crow Is A Songbird

a crow is a songbird
few appreciate her music
but I do

crow sings often to herself
songs of encouragement and secret joy
knowing the world misunderstands her
singing a song as unique as herself
often singular in her improvisations

fine qualities she has
yet they mostly remain unseen
most see only a nuisance
or the streak of a shadow in flight

her attributes serve her well:
keen-eyed and discerning
full of fun and inquisitive
eternally inventive
all qualities aid
her in survival

at dawn
she eats the almonds I drop
off the side of the balcony
her insistent call rouses me early
to remind me

she is hungry
the thought of toasted almonds
has made her a bit impatient
she'd like my company
and to sing her song
as a thank-you

as the almonds fall to the ground
I hear her call out to her friends
they all hop one footed over-joyed in their  eagerness
over the found feast of almonds

the joy inside of me
is growing and spreading too

I have a friend
such as you
to trust in me

dear crow
my day has begun
and you've blown away
the clouds of loneliness

you are my song-bird.

legal copyright for this work/poem and also for this author
writer Melissa A. Howells July 3 2017 7:52pm
and also for this legally copyrighted site title

factually true, yes indeedy, the crow IS a songbird.

Vote for this poem

Please Comment On This Poem


 Email Address


Vote for this poem