[Ameably, the crows ran for draino]

 

Amiably, the crows ran for draino

from the perch we shared.

 

it set them back about nine dollars.

 

I cried on the perch alone.

there are inches to go before I’m glad,

there is one chicken for every egg.

 

I called you a light in the village,

and now there are many,

and my map of love

is better than brevity could ever make.

Reviews

[Michael N.]

I'm not understanding this...did you do this for that random contest?