050510k What Did The Crow Told Me Poem by Manonton Dalan

during our conversation black bird came
skinny as if not eaten for days with limp
as usual crowing to familiar tune, a sign
i must go somebody must be looking
she stand on a solar cell talking to light
every flash she diligently answer back

i wonder what's on her beautiful mind
she mimic the rapid flash with tempo
she probably did this; it does, it show
she looks at me with piercing eyes
and flew away; so do i, i have to leave
with love and happiness taken from bay

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this is real crow, someway somehow
crow wants to get close to me. i wonder
but sometimes they keep me out of trouble.
believe it or not. md