Wednesday 29 April 2015

a fortieth new poem... 'one crow'

I want a crow to
Cuddle, perhaps,
To feed bread
Tit bits, fruit
And nuts, worm
Guts; Whatever, I
Will buy a net,
Catch one, ring
Its claw, saw
Down a tree and
Make him a
Home in my
Bedroom. The crow
Half-bird, half-
Beast, gimlet
Eyed and chest
Proud, cherry blood,
Heart stained
Black; I will borrow
A sack, bag one
Up.

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