Fitness Hour
On my way to my fitness hour
I met a crow flying with a flower.
In his beak he cradled the stem,
From his talons yellow petals came.
Shiny buttons, chromium whistles,
Collections of many lost treasures,
His nest a museum lacking one thing…
For his royal pleasures, a golden crown.
Copyright © Kevin Lawrence | Year Posted 2024
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