winter without black crows
how I really feel I cannot ascertain
there are too many rats chasing facts
and not enough truths in the supply chain
and so I retreat into the comfort
that is black and white and oh so very cold
lone blue jay and two magpies
occupy much of my time
now that winter has nearly settled in
outside there are fallen trees to feed the fire
but I venture out only if I must
my deepest sleep often find bluejay
and two magpies flying from treetop to treetop
and as dawn appears they fall back to earth
sleepwalking on nearby trails
come midmorning they find themselves
back in my own backyard
eager to chatter about their escapades
and how next time I should join them
october two thousand seventeen
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wonderful
Thank you!
wow. sweet and sad.
Thank you so very much.
Fall carpets the ground to keep the warmth thru winter, what a pretty poem.
Many thanks, Denise, glad you enjoyed this one.