Crow
By Jane Scoggins
That
wicked bird
That
wiley one
Black
of heart and wing
That
hooded thief
With
watchful eye
Plumage
dark as coal
He
caws and dives
Like
a feathered jet
Soars
to scruffy nest
Bright
clever knave
In
parliamentary heights
Grips
the swaying branch
Watching
laughing for the chance
To
swoop and scare
The
unsuspecting sparrow
Copyright
Jane Scoggins
You have his character off to a 'T'. Well written piece...
ReplyDeleteBlack hearted ruffian that he is, I still have a soft spot for him. Great poem.
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