I watched the American Crow on a lamp-post and it's crowing.
The accent and the language both are same as in my native place
And the colour too is the pitch-black.
But it complicates me, why it didn't accept my food which I threw over the ground?
Even the crow here is very rich and proud it seems, isn't it?
*Seasonal greetings to all my poet friends!
Excellent satire. Wishing one of poemhunter's finest only the best in 2008. Warmest regards, Sandra
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You pen your black irony with economy and great skill Nimal. You are such a fine poet. May 2008 enable you to achieve much and love much. Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥