Wednesday, May 1, 2013

Three Crows Flew Away

This morning, after dawn,
Three crows flew away
From a limb beside my drive.

I heard them flap
Before I saw them
Rive the muggy morning air

Evidently I’d disturbed
A muster of our local gang,
Broken up a crow cabal
Convening in an arching ash
To plan corvine agendas.

I’ll never know
Quite what they had in mind . . .
Chevrolet defilement,
Thrush infanticide,
Or just rapacious
Rushes at my lawn.

©2004 John I. Blair

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