The Crow Poem by Edwina Reizer

The Crow



What a magnificent sight
As black as the night.
Larger than the rest
You have been blessed

With a sleek black shine
Like the hair of a concubine
When you make your cawing sound,
It’s then I look around.

I look up high
Up where you fly
To the tallest of the trees
The black crow lands with ease.

Friday, April 11, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: Nature
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Edwina Reizer

Edwina Reizer

LAKEWOOD, NJ
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