hey diddle’s redux
now the crow
how he boasts
but not like a cow
with no place to go
nobody flew
over the moon
not even the crow
comfortably roosting
atop spotted dog
inside farmhouse
grandma plays fiddle
while diddle diddle
licks the dish clean
spoon her microphone
the cat’s caw her song
december two thousand sixteen
copyright j matthew waters
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