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Winding Way
Black crow flying
Low stalling
Wise too in caution taking
Know’s a fool would not last as long.
Winding way I calls him
Not one to fly straight lines
Curious, attention-deficited
Following ‘what’s that’, as a worthy lifeline.
Fence siting… I know not
For staying is not his calling card
God only knows all he’s truly seen
A loner looking… perhaps returning tomorrow.
I’ll wait and see, a loner, curious too
There are crumbs left from others feeding
Some thought to stay…
But not him, today.
Copyright ©
Brian Rusch
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