Eighth Blog: The Crow That Wouldn't Fly

I saw a crow 

in the middle of the road,

hopping and skipping and jumping.

A car drove by,

I told the bird to "fly!"

but all that it did was nothing. 

It fluttered there,

A little unaware, it's

feathers untamed and wild.

The crow didn't budge

so I figured I'd trudge

Back to my house like a child.