The Crow Poem by Abby Kimball

I click my pen.
Click. Click.
I lick my lips.
Lick. Lick.
I stare out the window.
The teacher talks.
'cross the Y, and an X.'
I see a crow outside.
My mind instantly goes back.
To second grade.
When the teacher.
Told us that the crow was beautiful once.
But to save man kind.
Was burnt by the sun.
I remember I cried.
I still think crows are beautiful.
I pulled from my thoughts.
'Abby, what do you think? '
I look to you.
You mouth 'Subtract 4'
I say that.
I look at you.
Your chair is leaned back.
And your smiling.
I'm the crow.
I smile.