Feed me – Outdoor Poem #2

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Credit: crowdive

Crow knocks his beak
against the skylight

He yells

“Come up to the roof!”
“Bring bread!”

But he spreads
inky wings, flying away
when I arrive

He thinks I am throwing
the crumbs at him
not simply towards him

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