Murderous Crows
They fly above our heads
on this very night,
trick or treaters look up
their eyes are filled with fright.
They came out of nowhere
filling the stormy night sky,
'round and 'round in circles they go
I hear little children cry.
They're the messengers of death
about seventy or so were there,
they landed in a tree close by
cawing loudly without a care.
The wind was blowing wildly
rain was starting to come down,
children trying to run away
tripping and falling to the ground.
The crows swooped down
creating death where they go,
streets filling with rain
people screaming, running to and fro.
Eyes being pecked out
crows laughing so loudly,
then flying back to their tree
sticking their chests out so proudly.
They had swooped back down
to gather for a big feast,
screams and cackles being heard
lives of the living will cease.
Trick or treaters look up
their eyes are filled with fright,
they fly above our heads
on this very night.
Copyright © Cynthia Jones
Oct.31/2013
I wish I had my camera with me, because it would have been the most excellent picture to go along with this poem. I have never seen anything like this on a Halloween night.
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