Matt Mondschein

Rookie - 0 Points (3/16/60 / Macungie, PA.)

Counting Crows - Poem by Matt Mondschein

They langour
Among the powered lines
Anticipating
Anxiously
Their next meal

Roadkill
The captain, some three odd pounds
With a butcher blade beak and
Onyx feathers
Caws and bellows his commands
Swoops

First dibs on a crushed rabbit
Fills his belly
Caws twice again
Satisfied

Leftovers are for his troops
The captain returns to his post
Surveys the asphalt
For his platoons next meal


Comments about Counting Crows by Matt Mondschein

  • Rookie - 39 Points Patricia Gale (5/17/2007 9:59:00 PM)

    Solid penning Matt, love nature even this side of it.. (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 48,838 Points Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr (1/4/2007 8:23:00 PM)

    FRESH, INNOVATIVE, WORK, MATT...YOU HAVE A UNIQUE STYLE THAT I FIND QUITE IMPRESSIVE....SOLID CRAFTING...
    FJR (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 0 Points jack russell (1/4/2007 12:11:00 PM)

    Love this, Matt! Unlike your poetic crows, I can never get my fill of 'real' everyday poetry...of which this is a prime example. Great title to boot :)
    Best wishes.
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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 4, 2007

Poem Edited: Saturday, December 18, 2010


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