GRAY SCALE
In the park, making a half mile lap
behind me "haha" comes cawing.
Eyebrow raised, I chance a look
of which the bird is unsuspecting
BEADY EYES
blink twice, again it moves its yap
"hawhaw", now directed at me, drawling.
At the edge of this place's little nook
my presence this crow is objecting.
OMINOUS
Wind fiddles with hair, feathers, and caps.
Continuing with my walk, I withdraw.
Here's the thing, the hook,
it curiously follows, as I was expecting.
GLORIOUS SUN
awakes from its cloud-blanketed nap
and the avian halts its squawking.
My leave of nature I took
the crows stare on, reflecting.
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Sitting Here Thinking (2019)
PoetryShort poems of varying subjects and construction, but deep enough to be swallowed in. Written while sitting anywhere, lost in thought about everything and anything. These were written mostly in the year 2019. Please feel free to leave any feedback...
