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c r o w
by Johanna May
In my media feeds, there is a little girl
who fed crows for years.
They eventually left gifts
Inside the birdfeeder,
Odds and ends, bright shiny things.
Carried by beaks, swept by wings.
I too, feed a crow.
He gives us back; on some visits: rice, canned tuna, onions, a couple of mandarin, a kitten, filleted fish...just a few in the list.
Sing a song of sixpence,
A pocket full of pies.
A crow ready to peck,
the sad glass shine in my eyes.
05/17/2015 Author's Note: ...customary custodials
Posted on 05/17/2015
Copyright © 2025 Johanna May
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 05/18/15 at 03:02 PM The story of this little girl and her crow is pretty neat. This seems a poem about unexpected rewards when sharing, but the last two lines make me wonder. |
| Posted by Nadia Gilbert Kent on 05/26/15 at 07:47 PM I like this. It's sweet. I feel like it works at this length but might lend itself to being a part of a bigger piece with acts. It also reminded me of the nature documentary on crows, which if you haven't seen it, you should probably, if you have an hour to spare. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s472GjbLKQ4 |
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