poem- "Crows" October 3, 2016
The yard is speckled
with black spots
as if a coal train tipped on a fast corner
and sprayed lumps.
Twenty or thirty have spread out and bob
in search of hidden meals
or trouble
as is the nature of crows.
They’re strangely silent this morning,
like blurry eyed truckers
who’ve driven all night
and just want some breakfast
before the day begins.
Check out more of Ms. Bird's poetry (kindergarten to adult writings) on her blog. Ms. Bird is a SD83 teacher and local writer.
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