|| Poised ...|
|| Christopher W. Thomas (firstname.lastname@example.org) |
|| Sun Jan 17, 1999 at 11:03AM |
A lone crow sits high up on top of a tree
Searching all around for a place to be
Looking so lonesome all the way up there
Perched so high - people stop and stare
The crow knows he's high and above it all
Above all the clowns ... and all of the fools
And so he's poised on the tip of a thin branch
Balanced so well, but knowing there's a chance
The delicate limb will break under his weight
And yet, he stays ... tempting that very fate ...
For he knows ... up high ... is the place to be ...
Living so very free ... exactly like me ....
© Christopher W. Thomas
10:43am Sunday, Jan. 17th, 1999