by G. Jack Urso
|“Silhouetted Crow,” Linnea Mallette (public domain).|
There, a bird sits on my lawn.
Eats some worms and sings a song.
Takes a poop, and then is gone.
If it was from Indonesia and anthropomorphized for the purposes of this poem it would wear a sarong.
(That’s French, so you know this is a classy poem.)
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