Crows don’t dance in the rain
They neither fly away nor caw
Getting wet is such a strain
And against all their crow law.
But they share space
As they patiently wait
Before another race
To a prey or a bait.
I know we aren’t like a crow.
Even one bit.
The space under our roof
We announce, is only for us
You may purr or say woof
Or stir up a fuss
Our space is not for you
We nudge, push, and fight
For our acres or inches few
Even when it rains in the night.
We will never be like a crow.
Not one bit.
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Watching crows in the rain. A poem…
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Arvind Passey
22 January 2019
2 comments
Rakhi Jayashankar says:
Jan 22, 2019
Crow is one bird who has been discriminated in poetry, romance and almost all sorts of imagination. Unique thought
Arvind Passey says:
Jan 23, 2019
I’ve always found a crow to be a bold and uninhibited thinker… thanks for reading this poem and sharing your opinion, Rakhi. 🙂 Do visit my blog again.