Sandhill Crane outside my door
your hollow voice I’ve heard before
I feed you corn right off the cob
still you ask for more,
I made you baked potato
melted butter on the top -
I made a dozen cookies
and still you never stop,
You drank my doggy’s water
and tipped my can of beer -
You’ve pecked apart my windowsill
trying to be near,
I play your favorite movies
Though your taste I do not see –
My friends have asked just who’s the pet
Is it you – or is it me?
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