tree with a void of crow. Lush ice plants. Pond, vibrant with waterbirds, including an unseen great blue herron. And sun to frame. What the crow eats for dinner is chance & the fancy of wing. I'll go for a salad and poem. Decidedly about a crow. The poem, that is. And you?
cp 179 crime scene 11
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before breakfast
A video of the contents
before the alleged robbery
She grabs one kind of pepper
then doesn't like it
All the chopped up seat
backs are piled up
Until the rest of the crew
gets here
A fortunate twosome
not again not that again
Turn it up she says
I can't hear you