A crow hops the curb and <br />Nonchalantly lifts a wing <br />To wave a car by. <br /> <br />Like a matador and a bull. <br />With nothing in his black eyes <br />He saunters across the walk <br /> <br />And the lawn to the hedge <br />And struts in front of the mockingbird's <br />Nest. Oblivious <br /> <br />To the mockingbird's histrionics, <br />And in full view of the mockingbird chicks <br />With their mouths open wide, <br /> <br />He gobbles up their supper <br />Then coolly saunters on. <br />I know that nothing.<br /><br />Francis Santaquilani<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/that-nothing/
