Best Deathmorning Poems
I first noticed the black crow sitting on the lower branch of the old oak tree/ In front of
my house, ten yards out; it's eyes seemed to follow me/ No matter what I was doing, the
bird knew/ Calculated my every move/ Uncharacteristically flapping it's wings, that seemed
to let me know it disapproved/ Whether I was raking leaves or washing the car/ Those
sharp black eyes would not be far/
I thought it was a dream, or perhaps the clock radio/ I awoke in the night to a tapping,
rapping at my bedroom window/ Wiping sleep from my eyes/ I opened the curtain and
jumped back with a cry/ It was the black crow pecking on the glass like he wanted in/ And I
would have sworn I saw a grin!/ Maybe my eyes were tricked by the luminous moon light/
As I began to raise the window, it flew away into the chilly dark night, out of sight/ Uncertain,
I closed the curtain and crawled back into bed/ Deep troubling thoughts filled my head/
The next morning after eating toasted bread/ I found the black crow, dead!/ It was
laying next to my car/ So in a plastic bag I carried it/ To the back yard, I buried it/ By the
time I was finished I was running late./ I had this eerie feeling as I drove slowly past my iron
gate/ Something was amiss, not quite right/ I came to an intersection and stopped at the
light/
As I waited for the light to change/ I felt strange/ I saw death in my minds eye/ Then
the explosion of a tanker-truck lit up the morning sky/ Shielding my face, I let out a cry!/
And as my windshield shattered, the screams were amplified/ I found myself across the
middle console on my backside/ It seems the sounds of twisted metal never died/ I finally
managed to sit up, wild-eyed/
I stepped out and away from my car in a daze/ Several vehicles were ablaze/ I
wondered how could something like this happen so close to the holidays/ But I felt someone
had to die and this was deaths blow/ And then I looked up into the smoke filled sky and saw
a black crow!/