during our conversation black bird came
skinny as if not eaten for days with limp
as usual crowing to familiar tune, a sign
i must go somebody must be looking
she stand on a solar cell talking to light
every flash she diligently answer back
i wonder what's on her beautiful mind
she mimic the rapid flash with tempo
she probably did this; it does, it show
she looks at me with piercing eyes
and flew away; so do i, i have to leave
with love and happiness taken from bay
***'
this is real crow, someway somehow
crow wants to get close to me. i wonder
but sometimes they keep me out of trouble.
believe it or not. md
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem