CROW MUSIC

A sleek black crow
with yellow eyes
stood on the rail
poised with one foot
raised in front of him
stared as if to say
there is music in you
let's write a poem.


   Do you know where your poems come from?  Mine come from a combination of reading and observing nature.  The poems are a gift.  Has anyone, or anything given you a poem today?  What was the music they wanted you to hear?  Write the poem today that needs to be written.  Have fun stringing your words together.