A cautious crow
Strolled across my car roof
Casually glancing through the windshield
I watched him from inside the car
Carelessly he started to stumble
I cracked open the window
Waved a finger or two
That crow didn't budge
He came over to my window
Cawed a mighty caw
And deposited a tiny white flower into my hand
I looked in confussion
Then went to ask the bird what this was
But all in one second
He picked himself up and
Caustiously flew away
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Pennsylvania sadly? Is that like Minnesota Fats? Hey, this poem is artfully composed and creates a pretty story in the readers minds eye. I enjoyed it alot.