Over a piece of bread
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Fair was the sky
Cold was the morn
Bright was the day
Along the pavement
I was walking and listening
To my gentle footsteps
When I heard his call
From above the treetop
He was in the trees watching
Over a chunk of bread
Lying on the pavement
He waited my exit from the spot
So as to grab the chunk and fly off
I drifted just a foot away
And saw him on the pavement
He looked left and right and cawed
Then came in front of a pigeon
Over the piece of bread
To claim his stake
The pigeon looked frightened
And he snapped off
The bread and flew away
Minutes passed
Yet the pigeon was poking around
Thinking what went wrong to the bread
And he was none
Other than a crow crooked
I could so well visualize the scene! You have described it wirth such lucidity and flow! Enjoyed much!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
presented it in an amazing way...like it