Crow Call

wjremski poetry January 10, 2021 1 Minute

Early morning, Sunday, 17 degrees.
Out in the corn field the crows call
Arguing about the morning weather.

I have tea, and heat, and company.
Now if these damned coyotes
Would just stop wailing all night.

Published by wjremski

Published January 10, 2021

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