CROWS ON A CLOTHESLINE
The most common place intended to anger ladies
Balanced on an edge where the crows sit elegantly.
With clothes escorting them like a symbol of inheritance
The first one who wanted to handcuff them was my mother.
No day I can remember without crows perched there in full innocence
To buy tickets of this special sanctuary and book a place
No matter rain or sun this is the place to where they belong.
Their partner being the clothes and clips stuck to the line.
But they undecided of the boycott as I bring more clothes
Like a father guides his young lad in turn asking wishes
And the poles decide to hold them longer but with a purpose
Looks like the employed crows are working on graffiti and design
Opening the window and shifting the weight on the clothesline.
The sky above controlling the rain with the clouds forming helixes
To save prints on the clothes ten years in probation that fixes
A sinner I know what you are confined to the clothesline for safety
For I cannot afford new clothes for the ones in custody.
I am a woman and know that the clothes are helped during the rain
By applying weight on the same and it remains staunch to the wind
I weep as I get news of the rain through the crows on the line
And feel proud of the same to know that I am a woman.
Whether the clothes are dry to remove as the crows bid amigo
