Untitled Poem

By Kimberly Fergusson

a crow was there, perched in the tree in the middle of the storm

unmoving, unconcerned the crow just stayed there

even though the tree was being thrown violently around by the wind

i feel like the tree, being torn into a million pieces

though i wish i was the crow, indifferent to the storm raging around me

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