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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.

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