deepundergroundpoetry.com
Crab trees
The crabs are red today
tempting the blackbird
lashed by sudden rain;
they have no names,
bought from a super-market
smothered in a plastic bag
Saturday, late,half price
and almost dead.
Love kept them alive,
through winter they glow
paying back their debt,
breakfast for the blackbird.
through frost and snow
these last ten years.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 1
reading list entries 0
comments 4
reads 610
Commenting Preference:
The author encourages honest critique.