I've made it habit to count the corvids
Many come to me in joyful duo's
Birds of a feather do fly together.
Yet I've always strived to be like those birds
Paired like ravens or like many penguins
But like a duck I am left a quack.
Two notes hang in the summers midday breeze
two more of the same then call out in kind
A conversation turned into duet
Maybe our words sound the same to others
Like a song between two Bluejays
Rather than the caws of Ravens
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Love letters for Nobody
PoetryA collection of love poems written, but never sent. Still waiting for the day that someone finds them and decides they're worth reciting.
