Crows

Murderous crows crowd the air

But in my diligent restraint

I watch the street and not the sky

Even though that’s where my interests lie

When I chance to look again

Murder has been reduced to an assault of crows

Winging it away on the wind

Until not even an insult remains

 

David Trudel    ©  2013

 

 

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