The House That Drove The Crows In Mourning Doves and Starlings could never be spotted cresting the mossy rooftops,Nor perched on chipped window ledge.Pale blue siding never willed the Vireo’s song,Nor did stained glass windows bring the wren. Gusts of wind carried the seasons into next,But never came juncos to the snow-topped lawn.Starved sparrows seeking […]
The House That Drove The Crows In
