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
Categories:
sculp, animal, bird, funny, silly,
Form: Rhyme
Upon entering the hotel she felt a shiver go down her spine
the carpet seemed stained by something that looked like wine
He cleared his throat then with two spindly fingers passed her
an old rusted key that was attached to a long piece of twine ...
Sorry Ms Demise but Room 666 is all I have left for the night
she put the key in but noticed something didn't feel just right
there were many secrets in this old hotel and ghosts that burr
underneath the door a slimy ooze poured, she opened the light
Inside, the room was dimly lit with a red neon luminous bulb
she poured herself a stiff drink, but when she took a gulp
her vision turned blurry and her tongue swelled thick as fur
with each swish-goop she felt needle pricks inside her sculp
The next morning Ms. D. never left the hotel and never paid
a new guest arrived saw the blots but figured it was the maid
who dropped her dirty mop on the spot, Rm 666 your key Sir,
he too never left, a decrepit Concierge with eyes of cold Jade
never got tired of booking Rm 666. As he handed them the key
he told his victims, "tomorrow morning, your breakfast is free"
Categories:
sculp, scary,
Form: Rhyme