A crow, crowing

Posted on Oct 18, 2015 in Poetry, Writing

There’s a crow, crowing through
my open window,
calling to his mates.
Cars and trucks
in the distance,
the occasional motorbike.
The whole time,
I click away on keys
who know me better
than I even know myself—
some muse I’ve never met,
and yet she tells me every day
which way to think and see
the very things that’ll get me
from point A to B
in this scrawled out story.