a bird saw a man beneath a bridge
‘penny for your thoughts’ asked the bird
‘a pound for ten’ replied the bard
‘what a good deal’
‘depends on the thoughts’
‘what else are you selling?’, came the retort
‘my mind is for sale, and all it contains,
my body too, grown weary with pains’
‘i’ll take the lot’
the wily bird said
and hurriedly paid, with coins made of lead
the sale completed, the bird stretched its wings
but soon of the ruse, the coins they did sing
‘hey’ the man cried
but up the bird flew
and away with it went the man’s body too
for a lesson to all, about dealing with crows
find the lead coins, still singing their woes
for a spectre still waiting
is under that bridge
but only if you can find it that is
Samuel D. Capper 