Murder of Crows
A murder of crows flys overhead
dotting the cloudy sky
flying in the same direction
and I wonder why
such are the mysteries of nature
with her intense images, sounds
smells and feel
one is never alone truly
that she does reveal
the crows hang out in the magical realm of things
black and cunning
with a hiercy sublime
they are intelligent and sneaky
eyes as black as coal that blink in microsecond time
This murder of crows
with their multitude of beating wings
is a sight to behold
and truly makes my heart sing.
Copyright © Cherilyn Fry | Year Posted 2011
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