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Dining with Crow

In dress, mortician's finery
pure ebony entire,
eshewing tints of purity,
He dropped in by my fire.
It was His island after all;
his chapel ceiling, trees
I see what little I possess
and He
          Possesses what He sees.

The trickster of the Inuit
this feathered deity,
I thought He wished to share the Pike
His lake gave up to me.
But thrifty with His speech He was,
As Gods are want to be,
He came around to share my meal
That's all
          the time He had for me!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 10/6/2011 4:29:00 PM
Oh MY I love this one & I am a sucker for NA legends![the crow aye?] a 7 & to my fav's [NOW you have to tell me what a moldboard plow is? is it made from the moulding used in houses? Light & Love
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Date: 1/29/2011 6:04:00 PM
Oooh, I really like this poem about the "Inuit...feathered deity." The Aztecs had one too. Very cool way to describe a mortician, Wayne, and I do hope you'll enter your new limerick in the Taxing Times contest. Love, Carolyn
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Date: 12/30/2010 9:14:00 PM
Hey, I really enjoyed reading this one. I just love this part: I see what little I possess and He possesses what He sees! Awesome. LUv, Andrea
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Date: 12/30/2010 4:43:00 AM
I enjoyed reading your excellent poetry this morning Wayne. I will be back after the New Year to read more of your poetry. Wishing you a very Happy New Year. Love, Carol
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Date: 12/29/2010 7:38:00 PM
An intriguing write Warren and where have u been and how have u been my friend... missed u much.. but u have conquered the viewers of the Soup with this fantastic piece... enjoyed with luv this entertaining write and a Happy New year to u too..from all of us..with luv..
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