Beyond My Window
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On a barren maple tree a black bird is cawing,
Silhouetted against the white linen bleak sky;
All is silent, still, hushed as if waiting.
Purplish glossy feathers, why do you not fly?
Are you listening to the far off thunder with a shy?
Then the first raindrops are gently falling,
You spread your beautiful black wings wide;
And in a moment you have gone soaring.
A lightning flash - did you fly away to hide?
Fearing the mighty thunder boom, away you glide!
On the bending branch rain is crashing,
And wind is howling in the tangled branches;
Are you safe black bird from the thundering?
Oh - I see you there in the house rafters!
And in the fading rain you fly with dipping passes!
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August 3, 2015
Poetry/Rhyme/Beyond My Window
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Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2015
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