Crow At Rest Poem by Monarchist Oleg

Crow At Rest

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A crow perched on my chest, as I rested.
It had a note at its beak.
And another knot by its wing
I was glad at the feat.
Then I saw the ribbon.
Neatly on its neck,
Like a butler to his master
It cawed as he would bow
The note landed in my face, breaking vision.
Extravagantly scented though.
I wiped it off my face and woke
The scent lingering.

Wednesday, August 12, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: dream,dreams
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