- Carly Feinman
Day 13- 9.29.20
Avian Opera
There's a crow here,
making himself heard, decidedly,
yet remaining unseen.
He's in a tree
on the roof
behind the shrubbery and
around the corner
all at once.
Or maybe he's perched
in the middle of the road,
just out of view.
Maybe he's singing a sweet invitation,
offering his companionship in exchange for
body heat and shelter.
Or maybe he's simply experimenting
with sound itself.
Bored of the typical autumnal shrieks,
maybe he woke up in the mood
to try something new
just for the hell of it.
He is an artist, after all.