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THE CROW
By Abbie Johnson Taylor
Copyright 2022.

Caw! Caw! Caw!
At dawn, the horrid noise jerks me back to reality
from a world where my boss isn’t writing me up every five minutes.
If anyone should be disciplined, it’s the crow.

I imagine being in the sky,
flying to the far side of the moon
to a place where I can’t get into trouble.
Is there such a place?

Caw! Caw! Caw!
My thoughts interrupted, I leap out of bed,
slam shut the window, climb back under the covers.
There, that’s much better.
the dream weaver kicks in, and I escape.
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The above poem appears in the June 5th issue of The Weekly Avocet, which can be downloaded from: https://abbiescorner.files.wordpress.com/2022/06/avocet-june-5-2022.pdf To listen to me reading it, you can click the link below.