Surely there will be
a raccoon, or at least
a rabbit. A deer, I’d
have to fight for.
dusk
light rain
heavy traffic
hunger
I will wait. I will ready
my wings. I will feel
each feather
fill with hope.
Surely there will be
a raccoon, or at least
a rabbit. A deer, I’d
have to fight for.
dusk
light rain
heavy traffic
hunger
I will wait. I will ready
my wings. I will feel
each feather
fill with hope.
Marilyn Rauch Cavicchia 
I am stunned at how strongly you’ve made me feel the crow. Excellent work.
Wow! Thank you so much! I love writing persona poems.
i am pretty sure the birds can find food…somewhere…the thought of eating roadkill is a bit disturbing to the senses though…ha….the hope in the feathers is a cool closing…
Thanks, Brian!
Wonderful lady! You need to ride that bus more often! 🙂 For being so brief, you incorporate the entire spirit of the beast…just fantastic!
Thank you so much, Tash! I wanted him to be sort of elegant yet very matter-of-fact as he hopes for some roadkill. We all have our place in things, don’t we? 😉
Perfect…you made me believe I was right there in the mind of a crow.
Thanks so much! That’s just what I hoped for.
Simply. Lovely.
Thanks, Jenny!
Yes I felt the crow too. Awesome write! 🙂
That’s great to hear! Thank you.
I’ve always wondered what all those crows were thinking. Now I know 🙂
Glad I could help, Alex!
I love the combination of bluntness and beauty in this poem. It has an appetite AND it soars.
Thanks so much, Jennifer!