A poem about a laid-back crow

Selected poems

Crow’s Day Off

Crow woke early.
He had a surfeit of worms; the nest was in good repair.
The whole day stretched in front of him,
like a sweep of clear blue sky.

Today, he would take his time.
Maybe he wouldn’t head straight to Bob’s to watch the game,
but go and hang out in the meadow for a while
or have a little flap over to the brook.

Yeah, maybe today he’d take the scenic route.