CHANNILLO
Crows Feet
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Crows Feet
Gun drawn, trigger finger tense
My spawn is hungry
The song of a crow atop my fence
.22 long rifle broken sights
The lawn has grown high and dense
A bond between us
So wrong, no defense
The crows fond of my crows feet
I am hunting, he is shot down
For fun and to eat
I point my gun down
I feel my finger ease
The song of a baby crow rings
My son and I pick some veggies
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