Thank you black crow
For your company this morn.
Are you Poe’s raven
Calling Nevermore?
Thank you majestic oak
For the symphony above
Hi C’s, low C’s
A chorus of chirps, baton free.
Oh, sparrows, sparrows
Wait, wait, you can’t go
Seven on a telephone line,
Complete your haiku ere you go.
Such was my walk this Friday morn,
Around the silent mall
With nature’s best
For companionship.