To A Crow Poem by Martin Swords
To A Crow
Despised Crow
Who loves you
But another Crow.
Blessed with ugly grace,
And coal scuttle call.
Strut like funeral folk
In suit of mourning,
Condemned to deal in death.
We cannot all be peacocks
Nor would want to.
Beauty is in the mind,
As some beholders see
Monochrome. Wow!
Ask any Crow
Martin Swords
April 2002
Short, sharp engaging verse about a much maligned bird. Your final couplet is brilliant. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
I like crows too, with their ugly grace :) We cannot all be peacocks Nor would want to. Well said. Thank you for sharing.
Short, concise, message is clear...but, I LIKE crows, ravens, everything but a vulture. Really, Love this little gem...xxElysabeth
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4/24/2024 12:42:35 AM # 1.0.0.1119
One has to admit that there is something in the crow too to be watched...you are too watchful to give this lovely piece...beautiful poem