[stylist] How to be a Crow

[The Crowd]

I am so enchanted by this.

Thank you so much and congratulations !!!

Write On,
Atty

----- Original Message ----- 
From: "Jacqueline Williams" <jackieleepoet at cox.net>
To: "'Writer's Division Mailing List'" <stylist at nfbnet.org>
Sent: Monday, May 28, 2012 7:32 PM
Subject: [stylist] How to be a Crow


> For two days I have been trying to catch up on critiquing and re-reading 
> old
> mail. I will not make the end of it today.
>
> Still, I wanted to send you all my news. I have had three poems published 
> in
> an anthology called, "Soundings from Granite Reef."
>
> I thought I would attach the first one which they used as the first poem 
> in
> the book.
>
> In my class, I was told not to try to write a poem about birds. There was
> nothing new, and if was very difficult. That was enough for me.
>
> Let's hope this attachment works
>
> Enjoy, Jackie
>
>
>
> In case it did not:
>
>
>
> How to Be a Crow
>
>
>
> Hey, Man, I strut on strong legs.
>
> Robust is my name.
>
> Gray leather four-toed boots
>
> cover my rugged, curved talons.
>
> Tux of Cadillac black, and satin beak
>
> move with my beat-up, down, side, side.
>
> CAW, CAW, CAW.
>
>
>
> Fearless, I fly high, catching currents,
>
> circling, wings spread, seeing far below.
>
> You be nice, don't shoot
>
> or poison me-Here's what I'll do.
>
> Yeah.  I'll clean up your roadkill,
>
> neaten up your Golden Arches parking lots,
>
> get rid of your awful offal. You be mean,
>
> I'll dive bomb your dumpsites,
>
> scatter your refuse like straw.
>
> CAW, CAW, CAW.
>
>
>
> Hey, Dude, you call yourself scarecrow!
>
> You don't scare me off that baby seed corn.
>
> Me and my buddies love to wait
>
> lined up on the limbs of old trees.
>
> 'Specially I like that roly-poly old man
>
> who litters his yard with leftovers
>
> from fatty meals.  What we're gonna do
>
> is leave our half-dollar creamy-white donations
>
> to harden like cement on his black Cadillac!
>
> CAW, CAW, CAW.
>
>
>
> Go ahead, Neighbor, call me scavenger
>
> but sometimes you steal my babies,
>
> slit their tongues; train them to talk like you.
>
> Make no mistake-smarter than you,
>
> wary, cunning, I survive, big-time.
>
> Watch me strut.
>
> CAW, CAW, CAW.
>
>
>
>
>
>


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