Metamorphosis

   
     Eros shoots an arrow
     Straight as flies the crow
     On the first day of spring
     Into the heart of one
     Supposed to be long past the 
              vernal equinox.

     And the black crow just an old pro
     At attracting the opposite sex
     Takes on in the new-warm sun
             the blue-green
     Shine of her salad days
     And sings like the hoarse 
     Siren she once was --
             her swan song (?)



     Note: Gram writes: "For Professor Perry
                      to show that one of his 
                      auditing students has been
                      paying some attention 
                             in class"