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Contempt of Crows
Heard
their raucous cawing
long
before I spotted them
perched
high in the canopy.
Pondering
what (or who)
they
heckled, I imagine them
cheering
me on
as
I labor uphill
hindered
by heavy layers,
spindly
sticks straddling unwieldy shoes,
while they look on, amused.
With
droll departing squawk,
they
levitate, slipstream the breeze,
and
leave me alone to lumber.
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Great capture of these chatty birds! They hang out here in our trees, as well, making themselves heard as they wish! :)
ReplyDeleteThanks, Patricia! They are indeed chatty, and as entertaining to me as (I"m sure) I was to them! ;-)
DeleteOooh! I love the use of the c sound to recreate the cawing of crow feeling. The contrast of them levitating and you lumbering is so effective as well. Love this poem, Pamela. Thank you, for sharing!!
ReplyDeleteAwww, thanks, Hannah! So glad you stopped by -- and in snowshoe season too! 😄 Sorry I'm just catching up to you now...but thanks for leaving your footprints, my friend. ❤
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