on a day hanging in haze
the crow sits glum on a perch
do the flying pairs overhead
remind it of the lost mate
and in the midday lull
it feels a vacuous dullness
when even the search for food
seems purposeless?
i feel a stab of pain inside
whoever goes first is lucky
not so the one left behind
maybe the wings are now too heavy
for the bird to fly into the sky
May 3, 2016
May 3, 2016 at 4:21 AM UTC
on a day hanging in haze
the crow sits glum on a perch
do the flying pairs overhead
remind it of the lost mate
and in the midday lull
it feels a vacuous dullness
when even the search for food
seems purposeless?
i feel a stab of pain inside
whoever goes first is lucky
not so the one left behind
maybe the wings are now too heavy
for the bird to fly into the sky
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