Summer Horizon

The crows rise up into the summer sky Horizon's orange fills with dots of black The murder glides through air, alert and spry, The crows rise up into the summer sky. They dip their wings in water, then they cry - The 'caws' resound beyond the sea and back The crows rise up into the summer sky, Horizon's orange fills with dots of black. ------------------------------------------------ Iambic Pentameter My first Triolet ------------------------------------------------ Big thanks to Paul Callus and Craig Cornish for helping me improve the form, meter and poem!