of crows, balloons, and men's suits
What we crows called, "the routine of it all"
(and what's become of the stalks of corn?)
"Since the farmer placed all of these men's
suits here in the field, we got frightened,
took wing as the crow flies." Then thought
what the 'heckle', we'll take another chance,
'cause we like corn with butter: but out of
nowhere there arose balloons in all colors;
made us jump right out of our feathers; from
under the garments came Poe's birds: we
turned and cawed, "that is so very raven!"
Copyright © 2010 R. Lance Sheridan
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