Mark Pollins

Rookie - 0 Points (29.11.62 / London, England)

Counting Crows - Poem by Mark Pollins

Jumping, sliding along a blue rail,
The crow seems at home next to the half-eaten somethings
On plates, in the open-air restaurant.
Another one, cheekier than the first, lands
On one of the white plates, pecks, attacks a piece of dry bread.
The loud resonating tune the four crows make –
A celebration of crumb and dried something, perhaps –
Causes me to feel at home, at ease with them.


Comments about Counting Crows by Mark Pollins

  • Rookie - 133 Points Allemagne Roßmann (2/7/2010 1:28:00 AM)

    Crows celebrating stray bread crumbs.At least they are happy keeping from earthly possessions like branded fresh bread crumbs. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Vijay Menon (9/28/2009 8:40:00 AM)

    some nice words of a crow a bird no one cares (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, October 11, 2007

Poem Edited: Saturday, April 16, 2011


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