This Morning
At a crossroads,
A Crow launched himself
into the air
And swooped
Gliding so close
He would have touched me
If I hadn't stopped walking, to watch.
He carried
A whole cigarette
In his beak,
And proudly perched himself
on a wire
Back where I had already been.
At a crossroads,
A Crow launched himself
into the air
And swooped
Up
UpGliding so close
He would have touched me
If I hadn't stopped walking, to watch.
He carried
A whole cigarette
In his beak,
And proudly perched himself
on a wire
Back where I had already been.
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