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skonen_bladesThe other day I saw a crow with bird poop on its wing.
A smear of white that I thought must be quite embarrassing.
The sleek, black shine of feathers painted with a milky splash.
A stinking signature becoming drying, chalky ash.
A fellow bird’s insulting effluent cloaca stain,
Waiting to be washed away the next time we have rain.
A Judas crow above it must have pooped and flown away
before I saw this bird crime on this sunny, fateful day.
It stopped and looked at me in what I swear was maybe shame.
I wondered if this young crow knew which crow bro was to blame.
I wondered if the pooping crow was capable of guilt
or if it didn’t care about the liquid that it spilt
or if either of them comprehended irony?
Bird poop on the shoulder of a crow? It’s lunacy!
“How does it feel?” I nearly yelled at this poor, sheepish crow.
“Who’s the statue now?” I almost said as it crouched still, and low.
The midnight-sable, iridescent blackness dripping white.
The whiteout on the bird with wings the inky shade of night.
A ying/yang remix, monochrome; a little pooped-on bird.
A metaphor at once profound while also quite absurd.
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A smear of white that I thought must be quite embarrassing.
The sleek, black shine of feathers painted with a milky splash.
A stinking signature becoming drying, chalky ash.
A fellow bird’s insulting effluent cloaca stain,
Waiting to be washed away the next time we have rain.
A Judas crow above it must have pooped and flown away
before I saw this bird crime on this sunny, fateful day.
It stopped and looked at me in what I swear was maybe shame.
I wondered if this young crow knew which crow bro was to blame.
I wondered if the pooping crow was capable of guilt
or if it didn’t care about the liquid that it spilt
or if either of them comprehended irony?
Bird poop on the shoulder of a crow? It’s lunacy!
“How does it feel?” I nearly yelled at this poor, sheepish crow.
“Who’s the statue now?” I almost said as it crouched still, and low.
The midnight-sable, iridescent blackness dripping white.
The whiteout on the bird with wings the inky shade of night.
A ying/yang remix, monochrome; a little pooped-on bird.
A metaphor at once profound while also quite absurd.
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