The Pecking of the Crows

It was one morning when I awoke  
I stepped outside my house in county Polk  
To the sight of a horse, turned into a corpse  
It wasn't there before, I was confused of course  
 
I dawned my boots, coat and hat  
Began to step outside, when I saw the cat  
It was black as coal  
And amber eyes that lacked a soul  
 
Turning my gaze to the death in my yard  
I traipsed forward, mind thinking hard  
As to how this all came to be  
How it was connected to me  
 
While looking at the body, for any sign that shows  
I was greeted by an abundance of crows  
They perched and they stared  
Watching me, in the cold winter air  
 
I shouted and thrashed  
At the birds that had massed  
My commands were of no use  
Now the cawing was profuse  
 
They swarmed me with haste  
Pecking, just for a taste  
I stumbled back and fell  
My head hit a rock, my mind in darkness dwelled  
 
Slowly my senses awoke  
I kept feeling a peck and a poke  
Blood dripping from my eyes and nose  
I woke....to the pecking of the crows