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Autumn Crows.

Updated: Dec 15, 2020

Foreword: Autumn has long held a sense of melancholy and sadness for me. I become aware more so at this time of year how sinister the murders of crows appear to me. Almost as though they mock my melancholy from their treetops.

Autumn crows are cackling

Laughing at me it seems

Looking deep into my soul

A flock of hooded fiends..

With dead black eyes,

What do they see, what do they really know?

The way they stare and look at me

Those watching Autumn crows

Sit aloft on spindly branch

As feathery judge and jury

Silhouette against leaden sky

Watch with eyes of fury..

As leaves scatter and fall around me

Those black eyes take their toll

Dance and spin on autumn wind

Into false security I'm lulled..

A symphony of wings disturb the air

As from jury box they fly

Scream and cackle on their way

Sinister eyes still pry.

(©) Dom Giddy 2020

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