Shrouded in black
she hops after
the dark seeds
encased in apple flesh.
She stands and caws,
one foot gripping
apple skin.
Her beak pokes,
brings up
a sweet offering.
Awkward effort
to retrieve
the pebbles
at the core.
Black tear drops
she has never shed.
4 comments:
lovable~your words~black tear drops~
& you make me think there is a deeper meaning underneath and i could read this one..between the lines...
Reminds me of Ted Hughes
hughes did write a poem on crow, forgetting its name....we did that in school...
wow!!
the
construction
is
amazing
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