Poem -
A Murder of Crows
Weathered leathery skin
On zephyr, a maniacal din
Harbingers of death in tow
Tantalizing dinner below
Come englut a fill
On fetid entrails spill
Carrion on desecrated ground
Bloated by enkindled pound
No qualms of guilt
At barbarous blood spilt
Indulge in this feast
Tis nature of the beast!
A vessel void of life
Carved by keen knife
Who nourishes flocks?
Stewed upon the rocks
Barren of vitality
Fruitful only in brutality
A cycle of life arose
On winds, a murder of crows
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Comments
I love crows and all things black. You have got to the heart of the blackness here Lisa...love it..pinned π
Thank you, Marion.
wow i love this poemΒ
it is wonderful
Thank you Greg. So many poets on here inspire me. That is why I always come back to this site.
Wow so imaginative and creative. Β We feed a family of four crows sometimes. Β They come for unsalted crackers and funny to watch them pick up a cracker and fly to our birdbath and dip cracker in the water. Β Love your creativity of words.
thank you. I appreciate your support