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
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.♥️
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.♥️
If my poems can do that, I'm thrilled! Thank you, Patrice.
She found lined-up gifts
followed suit, followed the lead.
Befriended a crow.