A Winter Crow

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

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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