A Gathering of Crows
It seemed a million jabbering crows
And a black fragmenting of sky,
The murder caws, the shadow grows
A frantic pile upon the wide eye.
They clustered trees and pile the lines
Sizzling with power; evening came
In a pandemonium of noise, our minds
Dark curtains parted with flame.
Yet we look, and look at burning night
And did not understand the sight.
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