Today's prompt is to write a perspective poem

November 6, 2013




AS THE CROW FLIES

We fly home across the lake

And stop to rest and watch

you beneath us

On shiny roads

In your cold metal bugs that roll along with big gleaming

Lights that dangle from the

sky and flash

Red Green Yellow Red Green Yellow Red Green Yellow Red Green Yellow

We talk amongst ourselves and complain about the way you

CAW

CAW

CAW

To one another

And rushrushrushrushrush

All wanting to go the same way at once

No need for us to be in such a hurry

We preen and cackle and fight a little, too

And then

In our own smug way

We fly home across the lake