Crow
Unknown Poet
Crow Haiku #1
In my next life, I
will be a black bear. I know
I will have to shit in the woods;
I’m OK with that.
Crow Haiku #2
Pecking holes in bags.
Pecking holes in garbage bags.
Big holes in white bags.
Crow Haiku #3
I am a black crow!
I write with the blue-sky pen,
flourished by spread wing.
I am window literate;
I NEVER fly into them…
now, you’ll notice that!
There’s a difference:
There is sky, and there is glass
that resembles sky.
