rattles and clicks
on my sill
a cowrie shell
the next day, two
aligned just so
curious, I root
around, find
a little bell—place
it in line
following day,
they’re rearranged
shell, bell, shell
thinking winged friend
I add red string
it’s gone, blue
in its place
I add a peanut
stand waiting
hear clicks before
he lands
iridescent, proud
he beady-eyes me—
marches to the nut
stabs it
rattles
a thank you
flies away
gifts
bestowed by a crow
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Crows can become a forever friend.
Amrita, this one is my new favorite. I love the words, the sudden rhyme, the picture your words paint in my head. I live in a confined way now. Your poems inspire and set me free.♥️