Flying Mysteries
Soaring in the air, a murder of crows goes by.
Calling ahead, crows are truly sly.
Leaving behind only riddles and rhymes
Sneaking away, haunting bedtimes.
Crows rhyme and reason,
Change with the season.
Crows are such a mystery,
But that is crows history.
Copyright © Thais Serenity Hamilton | Year Posted 2023
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