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Crow Funeral

A dead crow lies in the open street. Other crows gather around it and in surrounding trees. There's no cawing, no sounds at all, as each crow individually visits the dead crow, then returns back to observe from the trees. The crows surrounding their dead companion in its immediate vicinity and all the other crows gathered in the surrounding trees all observe one last time their current departed deceased, and all of this is done dead silently, then after a few more moments of silence suddenly they all in unison silently fly off and leave. I've witnessed "crow funerals" first hand many times personally, and every single experience I've had can only be described as eerie.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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Date: 2/4/2013 3:54:00 PM
i've never seen a crow funeral, but after reading your poem, i wish i had! it must be something special to see...
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Date: 2/4/2013 12:08:00 PM
wishing you well
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