In the mango tree
a pair of crows
have made a new home.

While up on the roof
watering the plants
I see the heavenly sight
how they raise their beak
to swallow the trickles
before the heat ***** away
and having this little favor
they're back in usual mood
cawing at their hoarsest
stay away, stay away
come no way near nest
which I do my best to do
stealing a look when they're away
at the three blue nuggets
happy in the thought of
little red hungry mouths

broken
the mangoes would grow
around an empty home.

I woke up this morning thinking "Ooh, pretty poetry, wonder what lovely words graced the screen while I slept."
I woke to THIS! More crap I can't understand. What the hell? I can't work this. Now, I'm gonna go to my crap job and with out a single pretty poem to occupy my raving lunatic mind because I don't know how to work these new changes! Its 6:57 am and I'm going to have a drink!! Good day!

I knelt,
beneath the weeping maple
watched its leaves for a time
It bleeds
Dragons Blood, its very name
Red
Star shaped leaves
Later
They unfold
Build
as the moon waxes
wanes,
The dogwood blooms
Unfold
as lovers unfold held souls
Fingers
Unfold
To hold another hand
Paper hearts
Unfold
to wrap, and keep another heart
And the moon
unfolds for you