CROW'S VERSE

I met a crow in the middle of the road.
It stood there so sleek it was accurate.
It stands in the center diameter
Each radius is equal as I note.

Tthen comes a fluffy white dog crow ascends

and up into the branch that it perches

the sound of the universe that urges

begins sweeping is caught in the branches

Where Crow begins the cackling of music

Fourteen, accented or unaccented,

Some sound like counting while others are words.

Attached to the chords of the wooden sticks

Then purring restrained for later purpose

Crow rises on wings and parts his verses