A Crow’s Gifts

Written for:  Blogging From A to Z

Crow’s talons hook
on to the ledge
of the window. Curious
luminous eyes peer
in. Young boy sits
on white window seat
entranced by the bird.
Crow cocks his head.
Young boy smiles, waves.
Next morning boy leaps
out of bed and runs
to the window. No crow.
He is sad, disappointed.
Wait. Something shiny
catches his eye. On
the sill lay two silver
coins, and strips of red
ribbons.  The boy wonders,
how could he know I lost
a tooth.


About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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4 Responses to A Crow’s Gifts

  1. msjadeli says:

    What a wondrous commune between two.


  2. Kathleen Kittleman says:

    This is delightful !


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