Crow On My Porch.

by Barbara Gurry/rowell


Flying songbirds hop, skip and fly away but crow decided to stay.  He stood still, without a flinch, so still crow stood staring at me I thought he might not be real. How long crow stared was long enough to begin to make me uneasy.  So, I stomped my foot, jumped and twisted but still crow stood and stared.  For sure crow is not real I thought and then finally he walked away.