Tuesday, January 06, 2015

On a Wing and a Prayer

It seems a crow
with a broken wing
traversed the snow
the poor hurt thing
I track the string
of prints and lo
it let me bring
relief from woe.

It cocked it's head
and onyx eye
I offered bread
(nice tasty rye)
it had a try
and ate, then fled
while hapless I
prayed in its stead.

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