Hitchcock
on my ride home
from work i
witnessed
a crime
for sure
ly so
many
crows
were
flocking to
the city to
protest
what
was
to
be
a
banging
of bells and a
whistling of whistles
to keep them from roosting
and pooping on people though
a stupid solution hatched to keep
them from coming but now in numbers
they refuse to
be hassled or
rousted by the
man and his
unfortunate
understand
ingly less
then real
ity but
morbid
ity of
the word
human
kind
in no
way
to say
they are
kind but in their mind for now
they have consecrated these
crows to become a murder
Copyright © Jeff Connelly | Year Posted 2019
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