White owl with a black crayon;
Flies in the dark
Is racing with sunshine
Wins.

Black bat with a rainbow quill;
Scribbles on a desk
Raven coloured owl now,
Watches in the wake.

Grey, ‘ish crow with a red ;
Names all his stuff
His murder full of thieves
They steal.

Bored, narcissistic poet with his imagination running wild;
Senseless at dusk
Is looking for clarity, hoping for sanity
Writes for its sake.

With the rainbow quill,
and the black crayon,
and the ;
Abstract

By: Viraj Belgaonkar