Bobbing

when the crow
lands on the twig

the weight
pushes the twig

down almost
reaching the ground

the bobbing
somewhat intrigues

the senses of the
caterpillar on the leaf

the tree frowns
upon a black alien

some leaves fall
and the grass as usual

keeps its silence
as the air passes by

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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