an old poem, written on a receipt

If I was a crow

and was a bird and

had wings

and could do certain

things in the sky

with those

wings

I might fly to you

and peck on your

window

and if I was that

bird with wings

would you think

I was a blackbird?

and would I remind

you of a favorite song?

and would you

sing it to me?

and would I be able

to hear it through

your window, with

my tiny bird ears?

I don't know

it's just a thought