Crow's Sunny Day
a sunny day
and crow spied
the snake
sunning itself
on a path
in the woods
crow swooped low
and attacked -
stabbing and stabbing
the reptile's head
working away without mercy
until he'd stabbed
the squirming serpent
to death
and carried it away
with a victory roll
gliding low through the outstretched branches
of the trees
- all that remained
on the path
was the stench
and it was
vile
Ugh!
ReplyDeleteGlad you like it.
ReplyDeleteLike Rachel, I can feel the stench.
ReplyDeleteGlad you like it too.
ReplyDeleteIt was a surprise ending.
ReplyDeleteIt was a surprise ending, and I think that's because crows tend to generate a bad press poetically speaking, a bad press a la Ted Hughes for example.
DeleteThat crow_! It flies to many places.
ReplyDelete__Interesting view (and tang in the air) here.
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You can't keep a good crow down!
DeleteThe poem is like a painting. I could see it.
ReplyDeleteI can see why you would like it.
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