Single Man & Single Bird Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

White sky, milky grey
He wondered what to say
Something fell of sky
He looked up very high

Out of sight was the Sun
Birds flew and had fun
A crow on the branch
Looked at him as if laughed

His right hand to his head
He noticed, it was wet
A look at lines in palm
He frowned and lost calm

Was not rain or snow
Not perfume and not dew
He shouted with anger
“It is shit”

Then he laughed:
“This is me and my luck;
Tons of gold come like rain
Not one drop; but this shit…