The Crow

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the old crow
that blotted out the sun
perched upon a fencepost
and made faces
I have only ever seen
with nose pressed
against the pane
as I spied
fallen leaves taken
onto the saddle
of a chilling breeze
to where tomorrow
could not yet be





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Reviews

[Different Wings]

like it! totally can see you against the glass- awesome pic as well. chilling last lines.

[Chris Smith Welshpoetcs]

Excellent ; )

[Emily B]

there's something about an old black crow . . .