The White Crow
A Limerick About A Crow
Once there was a kingdom long ago
Where there was living a pure-white crow
His voice was like honey
He sang to make money
On top of a poplar tree’s bough.
About the Creator
Deasun T. Smyth
I’m a First Nations 17 year old young man, probably an old soul (not that there's anything wrong with that). I live in Saskatchewan, and I love reading, writing, conlanging, and collecting sarcastic T-shirts.
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Comments (10)
short but really sweet and well-done. nice!
Very lyrical. Beautiful
What a charming and whimsical tale you've woven! The imagery of a pure-white crow with a voice like honey perched high in a poplar tree is both enchanting and delightful.
Loved this! There is currently a white raven roaming about Anchorage, and everyone is keening for a sight of him.
cute. congratulation on TS
Love the visual. Congratulations on Top Story
Love this! Nice work, Deasun! 💫
I love this. I love to imagine this poem as part of a larger story; like a folktale told to the children of a small village. Great work!
Oh this was amazing! I wish I was a white crow who can sing too!
Beautiful nature poem Limerick!!! Love it!!!