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Carol Amato


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So close above my head

it flies

heard before seen

the flap flap flap

of air pushed and whooshed

through the length and breadth

of wide wild wings.

Had I known ahead

I might have reached up in time

to touch its scurrilous breast

careful not to ruffle those sleek

slippery feathers.

Ahead it perches on a lone

scruffy pine above the beach.

It settles its haughty wings then

meets my lifted gaze

those brilliant charcoal eyes staring,

impenetrable,

promising some dark joy

delighted with its specter of

foreboding.

© by Carol Amato.
Used here with the authorís permission.

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Carol Amato says poetry has always been her first writing love. A natural science educator, she enjoys showing  the interconnectedness between humans and nature. Author of The Young Reader’s Series – ten titles about endangered and threatened animals – and Fireworks and Freedom  (Barron’s Educational Series, Inc.), and Backyard Pets – Activities for Exploring Wildlife Close to Home (John Wiley & Sons), Carol provides natural science classroom programs in the greater Boston area. She is also a language disability specialist and developed The Concept-Seeking / Natural Science Program, aimed at developing inquiry skills and improved auditory processing.

 


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Lori Levy:
The crow really comes alive in this poem.
Posted 05/29/2017 12:19 AM
jtmilford:
Your poem described perfectly the feeling of seeing a crow. "Delighted with its specter of foreboding." Great!
Posted 05/28/2017 09:36 PM
KevinArnold:
Fine poem. Thanks.
Posted 05/28/2017 07:24 AM


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