@#$&*%! Crows

CawCawCaw
              @#$&*%! Crows
 
 
Finally put down the book three in the morning got up from bed
To bathroom groping eyes half open back in bed you started
Sheep counting your dreams the ones the only in your dreams
Come true you’re wishing again they can in fantastical gleams
 
You feel rested exfoliated of the days stresses
Miraculously the soft spot on the pillow caresses
You begin to feel free walk on the clouds meet angels
Your body made its last turn onto your sleeping angle
 
Slight snoring at times a raspy short whistle repeats
Backaches hardly felt feel comfortable and complete
As you drift drift drift meander the pathway to slumber
Slight snoring at times a raspy short whistle lingers
 
Carried away into fantasy land dreamland castles
Float semiconscious with angels all your muscles
Supple looking to sleep in catch eight hours no matter...
Flocks of crows at dawn jerk you up with cawcawcaw chatter
 
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(c)NDR10.1.2018
Photo: Public Domain. Nyx Goddess of the Night

Agh! Again you accept.

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Vic
12 months

Caw caw caw. Nice Brod.

BTW I heard we have poems in the reunion book. But I was told copies are only for attendees. Bummer!

Nelson D Reyes
Nelson D Reyes
12 months

Thanks Brod.

We missed you. Betsy and I were at the Fab 50’s and Fratball-last two nights plus breakfast buffet at ArtMyr condo. Everybody had a grand time.

Check again re. The souvenir book. Maybe not all attendees had taken a copy.
Your “Ode to the Night” is in it. My “Field of Dreams” as well.

Nelson D Reyes
12 months

Once upon a time long, long time ago in the far, far away place in my brain I was able to sleep in excess of eight hours continuous and able to take a nap just sitting on a couch. I lost both, that will, being able to do it since I began chasing girls. Lucky if I get eight hours light sleeper as I am, had become. Naps forget it.

I love blackbirds-big and small. Big ones are noisy but they are what they are. Once you accept this you begin not to hear them as noisy. Music is what you hear instead. That rooster was a good teacher.

Thanks for liking Robert.

Robert L. Martin
12 months

Blame it on the rooster. He probably took crowing lessons from him.

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