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.