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they arrive...
the guests dressed all in black preening, and earlier than someone with manners should arrive they clamor loudly and boistrosly for more when none has been laid upon their table tuxedoed crows, you make me laugh lightening me up from within I feel I must know you you are my long lost relatives come to see me to beg for the bounty you know is freely yours I give you only the best almonds fit for such bird kings and queens you are lovely company... comical jesters dancing your side long hops and alighting in the trees outside my window its as if you are saying now then, I'm here to ask for breakfast but I'd prefer to stay to dinner time later on at dusk I watch you launch yourselves skyward forming one continuing black winding sinew towards your roosts downtown its so lovely to daily have you around and to see how you care so much about your fellows I imagine all of you as being one of my own and then, I'm no longer alone and have a real family one that would always love me and not mind if I had the best manners or made the finest show of my life and only had one black outfit to wear... I'd like to be a crow. LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM directly written to the page 12:38 PM PST April 1, 2019 time /date stamped AND ALSO FOR THIS WRITER/AUTHOR/POET MELISSA A. HOWELLS AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED SITE TITLE MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD SOME BELIEVE THAT BIRDS/CROWS ARE A LONG DEAD RELATIVES COME BACK TO VISIT US...I'M INCLINED TO AGREE. Vote for this poem |
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