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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. Vote for this poem |
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