To the Crows
FINE BLACK FREINDS ON THE WING SWOOPING INTO MY BACKYARD ONE STAYS IN THE TREE FOR SURE TO OVERSEE OR HECKLE HIS FREINDS FROM AFAR SWIFTLY I PART MY WHITE CURTAINS SO AS TO GET A BETTER VIEW STARTLED THEY FLY SO SHARPLY AND SO HIGH AS THEY CIRCLE BACK TO VISIT ME ANEW
Copyright © Rick Forbing | Year Posted 2005
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