Crow Call

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.


A handful of Hershey’s Kisses
and there’s a chocolate waterfall
in my mouth.

Zip open the foil, pop it in, bite.
Chocolate kisses, only two left.
Now there’s one.

I got a whole bag and a half left
and one of them bags was free.
Gotta love CVS.