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A tiny crew,
With morning dew,
Chanced upon my window,
As they flew.
As black as night,
A frightful sight.
Seemed so adorable,
In the morning light.
A cackle at first,
To croon about its thirst,
And then with a giggle,
It flew in mirth.
A few friends I made,
With food to aide,
Our friendship grew,
I call it an even trade.
And to keep other pest,
And their wormy nests,
Away, a net was put up,
In a sudden protest.
And to that end,
In my lament,
They never came back,
And I had lost my friends.
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Poets note : A day after I wrote this, the crows returned to the window.
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Eleventh Hour Blues- Poems, Quotes And More
PoetryHere you will find aphorisms, poems, quotes and flash fiction presented from my heart to yours. This journal is filled with short and sweet reads for your daily commute, study breaks or whenever you desire. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I...
