Here's one I just did... like or not like... give a 5 minute poem a try.
The autumn air was chilled as it often is in old New England
It was night, as he began his walk home after a drink with friends
Cutting through the park seemed a good idea, save some steps
As he made his way a figure under the old willow tree caught his eye
'Good evening' the soft feminine voice said from the dark
'Hello, cool evening' was his only reply as he stopped to take her in
The dark could hide much of what was there, still he could see the form
She was short, lean with raven hair and eyes dark on their whites
She offered her hand as a lady would, soft and tender with a dark lace
She was cold to touch, and silent now as he held it for a kiss to its back
In a breath, a kiss, a whisper she was gone, a feather in her hands place
From the willow high up he heard the 'caw' so familiar we all know
For she was just a crow, blessed with a moment for this man to know
The autumn air was chilled as it often is in old New England
It was night, as he began his walk home after a drink with friends
Cutting through the park seemed a good idea, save some steps
As he made his way a figure under the old willow tree caught his eye
'Good evening' the soft feminine voice said from the dark
'Hello, cool evening' was his only reply as he stopped to take her in
The dark could hide much of what was there, still he could see the form
She was short, lean with raven hair and eyes dark on their whites
She offered her hand as a lady would, soft and tender with a dark lace
She was cold to touch, and silent now as he held it for a kiss to its back
In a breath, a kiss, a whisper she was gone, a feather in her hands place
From the willow high up he heard the 'caw' so familiar we all know
For she was just a crow, blessed with a moment for this man to know
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