Crows in a Strong Wind - Poem by Cornelius Eady
Off go the crows from the roof.
The crows can't hold on.
They might as well
Be perched on an oil slick.
Such an awkward dance,
In their spottled-black coats.
Such a tipsy dance,
As if they didn't know where they were.
Such a humorous dance,
As they try to set things right,
As the wind reduces them.
Such a sorrowful dance.
How embarrassing is love
When it goes wrong
In front of everyone.
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