Crows feet
Prancing
Dancing
On my roof
In the trees
On the street
Smart little birds
Communicating without saying a word
Scavengers
Messengers
What omen to impart
Are you telling me
To open up my heart
Or keep it closed
Locked down tight
As you take your flight
Will you return
Or leave me here to burn
In speculation
What is your destination
What is mine
I’ve lost all sense of time
Yet time marches on
Crows feet
Prancing
Dancing
On a more sensitive surface
The surface of my skin
Smart little birds
Communicating without saying a word
E.A. Fussell
3/16/2019
(2nd 5 minute poem exercise with topic crows feet)
E. A. Fussell 