photos by E. Herd
Caution tape feathers
for the super-sized crow
what shiny things does he seek
in the city that never sleeps
he bewitches us and flies unseen
returning to his post
to protect and serve
a loner, but
not by choice
no one to roost with
in the dark glitter
in the city that never sleeps
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Suburban Hobo 
Lovely poem about an ominous critter.
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Thanks, Matt.
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Lyrical, a little dark, a little twisted just the way it rolls in our beloved city. Love it Erica!
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Good poem—reminds me of my years in Chicago at the University of Chicago on the “South Side”. Thanks for sharing.
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Thank you, Pastor Jim.
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