4 of 8 of 30 – Catching Up on April’s Poetry Challenge

It’s been so windy in Vancouver lately that the birds have been having trouble flying. grounded the crow birds are walking today on nubbly feet knowing nothing of the intelligence of water only how it splashes on their weathered feathers interrupting their commute the crows wander the graveyard this is not a metaphor I live by a graveyard and birds often stop to consider the stones under the wolf-shaped tree they walk and click thoughts letting the less solemn swallows audition the air tossed and dizzy in the april wind what to do when you’re a grounded bird and the sky is slouching its good-night can crows sigh at the moon-rise constellate against the odds do they know the meaning of tempting fate? April 8, 2010 ~  ~ ~ And for the second poem today . . . ...