Crow Poem by Sally Plumb Plumb
Crow
One night,
when I was well
asleep,
a crow
did walk across
my cheek.
There,
in the morning
I did see
it's footprints
staring back
at me,
like lifeless twigs
on Winters tree,
that's old
and twisted,
tired and weak,
like twigs
that lay upon
my cheek.
Waf
interesting write the old crow and the twig made me shiver Enjoyed
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4/25/2024 4:50:52 PM # 1.0.0.1119
great succinct and witty!