Here is a poem for Day 21’s prompt:
i’m a glass pitcher once full of water
now little was left, a crow came
weary to near death
quenching my water desperately
he thirst what is inside of me, my essence
that for long i collected these dews
a labor in disguise
he poured needlessly
pebble by pebble
smudging the once clear
adding more weight-
i stood on the ground
still and unressitant
as he saps it out
from me with his beak
the crow then flew and left me.
Reference is from the fable The Crow and the Pitcher and inspired by Rosa Jamali’s poem The only resident of this house is the gloomy hawk.
Maybe I should edit this write someday.