Today's poem is by Sherman Alexie
I saw a crow, with a row of blue feathers
Persisting down its back, perched on the wall
Squaring our front yard. I wanted to call
To my wife, but knew that silence was better
because my voiceany voicewould have scared
The bird into escape. I have seen crows with gray
Or white feathers, but never with feathers jay-
Blue and luminous. "Was this mutation rare?"
I wondered. "Or maybe this is not a crow."
But no, that bird had the head, eyes, and beak
Of a crow. I'm not a birder, but I've seen
Enough crows to identify one. I know
You think I'm telling yet another story
My friend, the amateur ornithologist
And full-time cynic, thinks I'm full of shit
But I swear that I witnessed this odd glory
Of a crow that is the only one of its kind
A bird that is the only member of its tribe.
Copyright © 2009 Sherman Alexie All rights reserved
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