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The Murder of Crows
Watching as the feathers fall
Drifting too slowly to the ground
Landing, finally, in the loam
Blood shining on each separate plume
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The family, or what does remain,
Has quick encounters through the years
They gather, a few at a time,
A quick peck and then au revoir
Still must preserve the family name
Lock our secrets in the chest
Regrets, dark exits, ancient feuds
Cracking the Crow's emblazoned crest.
Drifting too slowly to the ground
Landing, finally, in the loam
Blood shining on each separate plume
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
The family, or what does remain,
Has quick encounters through the years
They gather, a few at a time,
A quick peck and then au revoir
Still must preserve the family name
Lock our secrets in the chest
Regrets, dark exits, ancient feuds
Cracking the Crow's emblazoned crest.
Published 23rd Mar 2018
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23rd Mar 2018 7:36pm
dearest Sir Crow we are of ancient heritage
our secrets and our bond is all we have..
awesome write and reminder..
love Crim
our secrets and our bond is all we have..
awesome write and reminder..
love Crim
23rd Mar 2018 8:17pm
It is beatiful, but reminds of the feud, which we havenlt forgotten yet. Feud is hateful.
