A Murder of Crow
Ten in one tree
Plotting with the thunder
They seem to agree

Harbingers of fate perhaps

Ten crows in one tree
Cawing to beat the rain
Calling down above Me
Thunder holds them there

One, two, three- rolling now
Something startles them
Circling to another tree
The strangled warble grows

The thunder fades
Thunder rolls
Five crows one tree

Thunder, off to another tree
The tallest in my sight
The rain seems to say
There'll be no death tonight

© 2016 Mark Richard Prime


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