Croaking and Joking

Croaking and Joking

A Chapter by Dave Brown



As we dig our garden’s soil

The Raven’s watch from trees

Giving us the gears

As we toil down on our knees


Cawing, croaking, joking

Bout how we’re stuck on the ground

And how as far a Ravening goes

They don’t have to stick around


For them a life of freedom

Across the open sky

Yes, sometimes I’d like to be a Raven

And kiss this life goodbye

© 2020 Dave Brown

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Right at this very moment, the birds are out there cackling at me. My front door has been wide open since 8 am so I can hear their constant noise & determine if they're getting too damn close to my broccoli, whereupon I'll rap on the window by my computer screen with the butt of a screwdriver lying here for that purpose. See how much angst your poem conjured up in me? That's top notch writing, when you can plunge your reader into a visceral reaction! The reason the birds watch me turn the soil is becuz they want to dive for the upturned earthworms as soon as I leave, feathery muthas! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 3 Months Ago

Dave Brown

3 Months Ago

I am jealous of the door open scenario so don't look 4 2 much sympathy

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