Patrick Nonnemacher Poet Rhyme

Black Crows

Black crows a darkened sky
The old man staring through with a sigh
Wondering why they are here
His mind pondering no fear
Black crows lurking like a fly
Now perched a fence nearby 
Succumbed all night with wings
His lullaby that stings
Black crows now just dust
The squeaky doors now rust
What happen for the old man?
Nobody knows this land
No sight of him or sound to hear
Black crows now coming near
One familiar as it sings
Now I know these wings
His crimson eyes
Now just but few signs
Sonata of a calamity
Soul now wondering
Dreamed of black crows  
As darkness swallows and grows
His black crown fall they're gone
Old man sways away at dawn...

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L Milton Hankins October 29, 2020 at 1:50 PM Patrick, I like the idea, but I couldn't quite figure out where it is going. I'm assuming Black crows are a metaphor for something, but I had trouble figuring it out. Perhaps it's me! i think the poem needs more work, but it certainly is worth the work! Keep writing! Patrick Nonnemacher December 4, 2020 at 8:46 AM It's an aging old man knowing and seeing his death coming with the darkness representing the entity Death coming for him in his final moments as he begins too accept that hes passing away and shift from physical too spiritual.