Skip to content

In a meadow near Mill Lake, May 18, 2014

May 19, 2014

Between those branches, tangled tightly,
stands a crow who listens lightly—
brother crow, why should we shun thee?
Come, and sit, and harken closely.

Upon that branch where sits he calmly,
I can see his head nod sol’mnly—
brother crow, why should we fear thee?
On your branch you listen simply.

We read aloud and fill the meadow
with old words that no one’s read, though
brother crow, you listen kindly—
tell me, friend, why should we hate thee?

His eye is keen, his wingtips glisten,
won’t he stay close by to listen?
Brother crow, I wish to know thee—
please return, and sit beside me.

Advertisements
One Comment leave one →
  1. May 21, 2014 8:30 am

    like is too mild, I fell in love with the crow!

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: