I waited for a crow

To stop and take a drink.

 

He was in the road

But he didn’t seem to think

 

That it was important

For him to be careful

 

As if he owned the land

And I was the one harmful.

 

I watched the black bird

As his yellow eyes were on me.

 

He wasted a look absurd,

Because I just let him be

 

As I sat in my hot car

And listened to the music

 

That passing time there

Soothed while in the Buick.

 

Eventually he flew on

As his jet black feathers fluttered.

 

And I sort of wished then

I could be so brazen, I muttered.

 

 

Copyright 2001 California Natashabelle