Monday, April 29, 2013

Tea for Crow

English: House Crow Corvus splendens in Kolkat...
The way a 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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1 comment:

  1. Julianne Marie CarlileApril 29, 2013 at 7:23 AM

    This poem was written in response to Wilda Morris's poetry challenge for April: a poem about a crow.

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