Be A Clown Poem by B. V. Dahlen
Be A Clown
From leaden skies
Suspended like a guillotine
Above my head,
A crow descends...
A sable rocket
Bolts to snatch the seeds I offer.
I long for bright companions,
A flash of scarlet,
A wink of gold,
And not this murky raider.
Even the thieving squirrel
Can coax a grin or two,
So my somber confidant,
If we alone will share this time,
Then be a jester.
Bring me smiles.
Reward me for my banquet.
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