Breakfast with Crows

NaPoMo Entry 30, 04/30/2022

The rabbit is dead in the street,

The crows and magpies gather.

Ready for this breakfast they eat,

These poetic words that I blather.

 

This poet has a sausage sandwich,

Which appeals more to my taste.

Eating with magpies and crows for a switch,

Not a single morsel will we waste.

 

Rabbit fluff floating on the breeze,

Sunshine breaks over the horizon,

I chomp again on my meal then seize,

As I find these birds quite mesmerizin’.

 

I finish and grab my coffee and begin my day,

After starting it off in a unique way.

 

 

04/30/2022