An ode to my old crow When you came to whirlwood with your white eyes you were beautiful Balanced on a ledge beside the crystal ball. I found your head beneath the ivy with some scattered feathers I put you back together like a crumpled linen newspaper Reluctantly replaced by a grand male carrion I place you in an open box Your head falls off the cotton covered wire A moth circles high above the relentless dust What will become of you Just then, Colleen Duffy sings “God won’t find me any crows” And so it goes with this crow’s resurrections
I'm genuinely impressed with your writing capabilities. So, not only are you a more talented musician, but apparently your journalistic proficiencies are equivalent to or exceed those of myself. Way to kill my self esteem, Colleen.
Love ya doll, Jason Sanderson "The Texas Nice Guy"
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ReplyDeleteAn ode to my old crow
ReplyDeleteWhen you came to whirlwood with your white eyes you were beautiful
Balanced on a ledge beside the crystal ball.
I found your head beneath the ivy with some scattered feathers
I put you back together like a crumpled linen newspaper
Reluctantly replaced by a grand male carrion
I place you in an open box
Your head falls off the cotton covered wire
A moth circles high above the relentless dust
What will become of you
Just then, Colleen Duffy sings “God won’t find me any crows”
And so it goes with this crow’s resurrections
I'm genuinely impressed with your writing capabilities. So, not only are you a more talented musician, but apparently your journalistic proficiencies are equivalent to or exceed those of myself. Way to kill my self esteem, Colleen.
ReplyDeleteLove ya doll,
Jason Sanderson "The Texas Nice Guy"
Luv you, Ms. Duffy.
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