The Crow





I like sitting high up on my perch
It’s higher than a steeple on a church,
I can see for miles up here
Especially when the sky is clear,

Humans are a funny bunch
I like to watch them eat their lunch,
I watch and wait til the time is right
I spread my wings and then take flight,

I swoop right down before their eyes
And give them all a big surprise,
They drop their burgers and their wine
And bingo, now their lunch is mine!


I am writing something every day for the Yeah Write NoMo Challenge for November. http://yeahwrite.me/november-2015/

Comments

  1. RajlakshmiNovember 21, 2015 at 7:59 PM

    oh the seagulls here are exactly like this. They totally love those McD chips. Enjoyed reading :D

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    1. UnknownNovember 22, 2015 at 2:58 AM

      Oh yes! Seagulls really are rats with wings, aren't they, Raj? I like them, though, just like I like crows and pigeons. They all may be scavengers but they are true survivors.

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  2. AditiNovember 21, 2015 at 8:59 PM

    Haha! Crows do give me a scare sometimes. Cute rhyme! :)

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    1. UnknownNovember 22, 2015 at 2:59 AM

      They can be creepy for sure and they are a symbol of death. I admire them though. They are very shrewd and smart. Real survivors.

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  3. UnknownNovember 22, 2015 at 1:33 PM

    That was a fun read dear Cat- loved seeing "us" from the crow's point of view...

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  4. Vidya SuryNovember 23, 2015 at 7:43 AM

    Ya know, Cat - when I was in the 6th grade, I joined a boarding school. I felt quite lonely the first week and remember my first day there - I was sitting near the Grotto with a pack of cookies and dreaming, when a crow swooped down and snatched it away. Didn't know whether to laugh or cry! :)

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  5. Ray D. HobbsJuly 12, 2019 at 4:31 AM

    NaNiMo is one of my favourite contests for writers. I started from a novel writing myself, and i coulndn't even imagine that my passion for writing became my main profession and i will write essays for money. I'm really glad that contest like that exist, and helping to discover talant in others.

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