Gifts from Crows

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Dim December’s light
breaking dawn of Winter’s night
reveals a naked frozen bough
hosting the chorus of crows

rousing us to a morning
thick in ice
where nothing flows
save time alone

leaving tiny gifts
in the feeder cleared of nuts;
shiny things;
an earring, a hinge, a polished rock

while reminding
they are not to blame
for the footprints
‘round our eyes.

Rowdy crows;
messengers of Apollo
playing in the wind
cornering a red tail hawk

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About toritto

I was born during year four of the reign of Emperor Tiberius Claudius on the outskirts of the empire in Brooklyn. I married my high school sweetheart, the girl I took to the prom and we were together for forty years until her passing in 2004. We had four kids together and buried two together. I had a successful career in Corporate America (never got rich but made a living) and traveled the world. I am currently retired in the Tampa Bay metro area and live alone. One of my daughters is close by and one within a morning’s drive. They call their pops everyday. I try to write poetry (not very well), and about family. Occasionally I will try a historical piece relating to politics. :-)
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3 Responses to Gifts from Crows

  1. beetleypete says:

    I like this one a lot, Frank. I recall that cat/crow fight too.
    Best wishes, Pete.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Wonderful! And I laughed. Extremely good!

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Lara/Trace says:

    You know the music really makes that cat fight WILD!

    Liked by 1 person

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