Cheyenne Ashley

(April 20 1991 / Pennsylvania sadly)

A Cautious Crow


A cautious crow
Strolled across my car roof
Casually glancing through the windshield
I watched him from inside the car
Carelessly he started to stumble
I cracked open the window
Waved a finger or two
That crow didn't budge
He came over to my window
Cawed a mighty caw
And deposited a tiny white flower into my hand
I looked in confussion
Then went to ask the bird what this was
But all in one second
He picked himself up and
Caustiously flew away

Submitted: Thursday, March 15, 2007
Edited: Wednesday, February 02, 2011

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  • BEAU GOLDEN (4/2/2007 5:51:00 PM)

    Pennsylvania sadly? Is that like Minnesota Fats? Hey, this poem is artfully composed and creates a pretty story in the readers minds eye. I enjoyed it alot. (Report) Reply

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