dear crow,

for some it´s all too much
and for some it is all to little
for some it is the middle..

for them a mad second
to them a long long time
you know..

take my underwear again
and it will be a police matter
little bird on the wire..

dear lily

a robin red breast in a cage
puts all heaven in a rage
a dove house filled of doves and pigeons
shudders hell thro all it´s regions
a dog starved at his masters gate
predicts the  ruin of state
a horse misused upon the road
calls to heaven for human blood
each outcry of the hunted hare
a fiber from the  brain does tare..