Counting The Birds Poem by Tony Adah

They asked me to count the birds
Seven big crow birds sagging a power line
I counted them seven as they perched
And a gush of wind unfurl their wings
It is cold and they want to fly
They asked me again
If a sling is flung at one
How many will be left?
I smiled at them
And told them none will be left!
They scribbled something down on a paper
Which later transformed
Into my college admission letter
And that's how I became a college boy.