Gulp: a Murder Conspiracy

Have you ever heard a crow caw in the dead of night Never the thought crossed my mind until such was my plight In the bright of the light I saw vast more than one Nary my delight when their numbers sent me shook to stun Pondered to run but when said and done everyone knows That you don’t mess around with a murder of crows. I thought mayhaps I’ve had my fill of bad omen But my foes superior cousin flew down more than ten Yet again I comprehend they represent a prophecy Not sure what this vocal unkindness has to do with me Still I see the knowledge be in my mind where it’s graven There is no safe haven, in a conspiracy of ravens. Swiftly I flee afore a new plague rains down The worst was yet to arrive to this cursed, sleepy town I frown to find myself betwixt these predators absurd My own personal horror movie version of the birds Swooping and warbling, they sculp a shadow in the skies Really just a nuisance… a gulp of magpies. :S For the Magpies that have invaded my backyard tree.... You've won this time........ July 7, 2022