The Crow ConventionThe crows have convened across the way.
Big black birds crowousing with each other.
Hanging out with their crownies.
Strutting around
Chris, Charlie, Carlton, Clarence, and Chip.
Yakking, poking, grabbing and crowoperating.
They’re holding a convention to decide who will be crowned
King of the Crows!
They debate, deliberate and finally designate a leader.
But, as with humans, EGO gets in the way and no one is really chosen.
At the end of the day they fly away to their night homes –
Tomorrow they will convene again – unless it is a Sunday
when they will congregate.
I dabble in poetry. The above is probably my favorite poem that I have written. I found the picture on Diane's picture blog and it reminded me of the poem. I wrote it during a particularly boring faculty meeting. It is best read aloud. Coincidentally I have posted it before. On my very first blog post.
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