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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Cover art - my own.


First there’s but one,

black wings spread

as it flies at a lazy pace

to land on the ground

to my left.

I turn around

and meet the eyes

of the crow.

A nod of my head,

a nod of his too

for we’ve reached an understanding.

In seconds the sky is alive,

with his kith and kin,

a raucous,

murderous swarm of black feathers

and hungry beaks.

And I’m running with them,

part of the group,

caught up in the search

for carrion.

Submitted: August 19, 2021

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Mike S.

A fine searching for carrion poem, Hull

Thu, August 19th, 2021 7:00pm

Bert Broomberg

Great poem, Hull. Crows are fascinating birds. They are probably the most intelligent birds around. It's funny that the group they live in is called a murder.

Thu, August 19th, 2021 8:58pm

moa rider

Hey Mama Hullabaloo, crows used to nest in our walnut tree, but another pest imported with the settlers. Interesting take in the poem. Usianguke

Thu, August 19th, 2021 9:05pm

D. Thurmond aka JEF

Good poem, Hul.

Fri, August 20th, 2021 1:44am


I well written crow poem, Hull.

Fri, August 20th, 2021 4:12am

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