blown on my sill,
looked high and low,
trying hard to chill,
reminded me
of my own state.
I asked him for tea
but he couldn't wait.
© Julianne Carlile
Monday, April 29, 2013
Tea for Crow
blown on my sill,
looked high and low,
trying hard to chill,
reminded me
of my own state.
I asked him for tea
but he couldn't wait.
© Julianne Carlile
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