RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Looking At It's Reflection - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Looking into the breezeway, seeing a black crow
walking around, finding some food dropped on the
ground by someone.
Having eaten now, going up to a window, looking
at it's reflection, trying to get the attention
of the crow in the window.
Getting no response, tilting it's head from side
to side, so comical as I sit and watch this little
bird of Mother Nature's being curious.
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