tuesday, march 3, 2020

the old cat snoozes in his bed
i sit at my desk, wrapped up in the
immediate confusion of code and
the remote-for-now thrum of pandemic anxiety
suddenly a shadow breaks the sunlight
blazing from just above the hills through
the grime on my back windows
wondering what in the hell,
i stand in time to see a pair of enormous
crows swooping down to pause on the dead
grass

p1k3 / 2020 / 3 / 3
tags: topics/birds, topics/corvidae, topics/poem