Short Cawed Poems

The wicked crow stared through my window
Cawed and beckoned with teasing eyes
Letting his beak tap lightly
Soaring through the darkness
Bringing with him Death
To steal a life
Take a soul
Burry
Me...

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Oh my Gawd she had such a bawdy bawd
that when she passed the crowing crows all cawed
when her icy stare
bid them “don’t come near”
they settled for the daily catch – “cold scrod”


©5/24/2019

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Crow cawed

Then a dove

Cooed early while

Still dark from cloudy

Skies on this late winter's

Morn, the only gold was the 

Daffodils' blossoms flashing smiles

To   the   star   magnolia's   delicate

Star shaped blooms seeking a friend before spring     ...

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From out the copse of gnarling trees,
As nature blinked a rapid eye,
The raven lashes took to flight
Tumultuous in the darkened sky;
And roaring as their flock dispersed,
Peppered shot on grainy sheet,
Fluttered, cawed and squawked a din
With beaded eyes and wings to beat.
And then, as if by some decree,
Recited in the twilight reign,
All was like they’d never been
When nature closed an eye again....

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Three plump old biddy birds full of birdseed and whey
Sat on a limb spreading gossip and rumors that day
I heard she did this and he did that said Mrs. McVey.
They all had a story, about things crazy and gray.

One-upping each other on this nonsensical Tuesday.
Surely you have something better to do cawed a blue jay.
They took out their sling shots and forced him away.
I never should have married that fool said Mrs. McVey...

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I was walking by some lilac trees
chanced upon a brightly coloured bird
a parrot it was, feathered purple and green
it flew at me and bit my head 
I ducked and hit and spun
the parrot screamed a word
over and over again
it's claws were in my hair
it's beak pecked at my brow
Loser, Loser, cawed the fowl
laughing at my plight
I ran fast away down the path
but couldn't get myself free
I finally grabbed the purple fiend
and it vanished without a trace...

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Maybe a serial killer, the crows cawed to each other.
This was agreed upon by the vole and the vole’s mother.
I think he’s just a great horned owl, a good guy, I said.
However, I did not know all the murderous books that he read.

He studied forensics, and he took apart his own pellets.
The books he read pushed diabolical ideas down in his gullets.
He was a cereal killer that simply could not stop.
He devoured all of our Rice Krispies – Snap, Crackle, Pop!...

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We decided on hand signals.
They got sillier each day.
Pretending to speak to each other.
Stroking our imaginary beards.

Sometimes we cawed or tweeted.
It drove our children bananas.
We did this in self-defense.
It frustrated them, causing them to leave.

It was the only way we could talk.
Have adult conversation
Without being interrupted
by our children.

Sure, they pout a bit,
but within ten minutes most of them are back.
So, it doesn’t permanently traumatize them....

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Fairy brigade stopped as queen tied her shoe.
In that one pause I knew what to do.
Hid inside a mushroom with dots of blue.
Magical moment of woodland voodoo.

Crow cawed loudly then away she flew.
Parade restarted, determined, anew.
Rainbow peeked out, sharing beautiful hue.
Reverence exuding from daisy pew.

Gorgeous day in the land of the dew.
I often wonder if fairy queen ever knew
Or if any of the fey had nary a clue
They were watched by a pixie who’d escaped from a zoo....

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At the sound of an opening door
crows cawed a warning
A stray cat perched upon the fence
meowed good morning

The warm sticky fog touched each pore
Made life uncomfortable
How early in spring does summer
Appear so formidable

Each plant contained within a pot
Cries for moisture please
Like works upon the edited page
Call a similar reprise

From old, old themes can lines read new
to modern generations
Let my lines ring within their hearts
a message to nations
  ...

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