A Stare Down
A Stare Down
My entire day was saved (maybe more)
By a smiling crow with a steel grip
On a pine branch in a snow storm.
I sat very comfortably at the glass door,
Loving the teasing snowflakes,
And sipping steaming coffee.
There he was (or she was)
A pointed silhouette
In green and white winter salad,
Flapping and bobbing--
A challenge to the winter storm.
I tapped the glass and he smiled to a point
And twisted to stare at me.
Two can play this game, I thought.
So, we played and played till the glass fogged.
I wiped some fog away.
He shrugged and smiled and fluttered away--
A shrinking dot in the marshmallow morning.
Copyright © Calvin Wise | Year Posted 2015
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