there's a crow
outside my window
this christmas morn
his throat in
thribulating throes
of jubilance--
coming out
in rasping
throes of
caw caw
caw.
flying by
the song is gone.
his black wings
flapping making
sounds of breath
whispers
then sweet nothings--
sips of
silence.
Sunday, December 25, 2011
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