The Rooks Poem by David Wood
The Rooks
I fed the two ravens I see
As I walked around the lake
They follow me from tree to tree
Three hours after daybreak
I've known them for a long time now
They seem to know when I come
Waiting patiently on an alder bough
And grateful for any crumb
A reflection of real beauty! Kindness is the real beauty of existence.
Super ink. With soft attitude and love you can make many friends. A beautiful poem indeed. Loved it.5 Stars.
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4/16/2024 3:47:13 AM # 1.0.0.1119
grateful to the feeder! it's essential to express our thankfulness to our welfare doer