The Daily Crow

Perched upon the familiar post
Behind the old black barn
The years have not changed awhole lot
Slowly Oh how things seems to decay
A termite exposes himself only to be a snack
A child plays catch with the side of the barn
That annoying dog on the other side spots me
10 minutes of yapping until she gets bored
The rotting bales of hay that stench
The tractor that never got fixed left abused
Yes this place will always be honest to me
A short trip to the farmhouse roof
The smell of the featherless an their foods
Here comes the dust from the noisy carriage
The ruling elder has arrived from his congruous daily task
20 minutes of yapping
The ball takes one last bounce
The yapping stops
The evening eye contact with the elder
A short trip to the porch
They group up an begin to feast
The communication I do not understand
They seem to be dulled though
The child walks away from the wooden tray
The elder walks to his perch and the box lights up
The quiet one cleans up the nesting place
Yes this place will always be honest to me