Crow

winter afternoon... ebony crow perches, preens, like it owns the place, pecking into a bread crust... unregal lord of its realm

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Tom Woody

Date: 12/17/2024 8:58:00 AM

Love it! Now where's my pellet gun? Jus kiddin

Jim Healey
Date: 12/17/2024 9:01:00 AM

Tom, that’s exactly what my father-in-law would say! And he wouldn’t be kidding! Thanks for the feedback. Take care. J

John Read

Date: 11/22/2024 11:20:00 AM

Hi Jim, they certainly rule the roost.

Jim Healey
Date: 11/22/2024 2:50:00 PM

They certainly do! Especially when there is a crowd of them (I think the collective noun phrase is a “murder of crows”!). Take care John.

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 11/18/2024 9:33:00 PM

Cool last line. Unregal indeed!

Jim Healey
Date: 11/19/2024 9:13:00 AM

Thank you, Andrea. (Not sure if "unregal" is an actual word, but there you go!)

Susan Ashley

Date: 11/18/2024 6:00:00 PM

Dear Jim, your vivid imagery brings the crow to vibrant life upon the poetic page. Wonderful last line! Warmest wishes.. ~Susan

Jim Healey
Date: 11/19/2024 9:14:00 AM

Thank you, Susan, for your kind words. I appreciate it. Cheers from Canada. Jim

Kim Rodrigues

Date: 11/18/2024 5:16:00 PM

Nice one, Jim!

Jim Healey
Date: 11/18/2024 5:48:00 PM

Thank you, Kim.