A Piece of Everyday

-From Revolution by Birds

 

You don’t have any

colorful wings

no charming voice

no graceful name

and yet you fly

every morning

to the same old tree

shouting out loud

to be noticed

in your pitch-

black

existence:

 

Crow! Crow! Crow!

 

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