The Chatter Box
Raving, ranting, and babbling on,
He went on in endless chatter,
Screeching words that really didn't matter,
So early in the morning he screeched,
The sound so unpleasant to the ears,
Not caring to whom he would give offense.
An old black crow sitting on a wire
Outside overlooking my window,
Screeched on in endless chatter,
The world around him really didn't matter,
He didn't care if anyone watched
As he ranted on endlessly.
Copyright © Don Pettinelli | Year Posted 2017
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