“Apple of My Eye,” by Andrea Kowch
They ain’t like crows,
you know, with murder
…………………….on their mind.
But there ain’t nothin’
dainty
’bout ’em, neither,
……………….clusterin’
in that giant cloud,
……………………………all eyes on my pies.
Apples have gone
……………….a bit sour
and soft,
…………………….anyways.
Maybe if I open
…………………………….the windows wide,
they’ll sing
…………………………………………me somethin’
………………………….sweet.
..
Prompted by Poetic Asides.
And then: the strange and serendipitous
realization that the title makes this the perfect fit for today’s Quickly.
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Wonderful. Perhaps some fermented cider is in order?
I meshed ‘prompties’ too. 🙂
You’re awesome! (ness)
Great minds!! I love that we mashed the same two and I adore your poem, De!! And I love that we both honed in on their song! 🙂
An inspired use of numbers & birds!
Oh, dear, I hope she does not open that window!