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The Crow Is A Songbird

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If I Could Be The Sky...

How I Think That About Every One...

Small Sentry

All My Children ( CATS ARE PEOPLE TOO)

Call This Our Autumn

Nothing's Sadder Than A Rose

It Comes At Night

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Evidence

Oh What A Fall

Perhaps I Too, Was Frozen

The Hot Seasons

Joyce Will Soon Be Seventy-Something

in-EFFECTIVE (Fragile)

If This Is Any Art For Which You Care

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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 often remain unseen
most see her only as a nuisance
or as black streak of a shadow in flight

her attributes serve her well:
she's
keen-eyed and discerning
full of fun and inquisition
and eternally inventive
all of her finer 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 a found feast of almonds

the joy inside of me
is growing and spreading too

to have a friend
such as you
who trust in me

dear crow
thank-you
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
MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD

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





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