nine black crows
abacussed on a wire
amounting to so much more
than my meager mortal days
Wow–crows on a wire=n abacus. Brilliant. Loving it.
i have seen this. apparently crows are whirling about in consciousness lately, they come to play in my poem today, too. nice work. short, concise, visual strong.
thank you jane. corvids are the best
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Ray Sharp, The Bard of Liminga