Wednesday, August 19, 2015

Crow Stuck in the Craw

On a morning walk
I did hear the sound . . .

a shrill “caw-caw” that
stayed with me around 

the track an hour with
no crow to be found.

From start to finish
I felt I was bound

to the bird I heard
and its song doth hound

me still, to the point
I appear so wound

as to be left with 
a single oath . . . zounds!

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