I guess I am a winter crow.
Although I’m not a birder —
I’ve see so many of them now
It’s absolutely murder.
For many birds will go one way,
Together, in connection —
But I am always flying in
The opposite direction.
So I say, I’m a winter crow.
And will add, in concluding,
That people say I’m somber, when
It turns out I’ve
Been brooding
To share is human:
