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One early morning this week when I sat down at my desk, I became aware of a murder of crows on the playground outside my window, so I wrote a poem about it. Poetry is everywhere.
A flock of crows in the school yard
perched on the basketball goal,
side by side on the swing set,
cluttering the picnic table.Like children who will come out later,
they chatter, peck, and flit.
Tag, you’re it. Hide-and-seek,
Treasure hunt.Some are flying alone.
Some are gathered together.
Crows on the playground.
–Margaret Simon, all rights reserved
A Poetry Friday friend, Donna Smith, posted this video in response to my crow poem. Funny and clever, a crow snowboarding.
