a shadow bobsatop the street light
some boasting crow
seemingly drunk
on the dismal gray
drizzly dreary day
drops bead on
the envious glass
wishing it could
be so fluid
in its transparent
reflections
only geese are
darker ash than
the clouds that
don't even bother
to show they are
there in the sky
but rather rain
on ducks who
dip themselves
in the nearby pond
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