After my earlier post I decided to just sit down and write and chose one of the first things that came to mind. I love the symbolism and imagery that surrounds crows and that made them as good a topic as any. That and I’ve been re-reading A Song of Ice and Fire so blame George R R Martin 😉
Sentinel. We keep our eyes below us to
Peep at you from our treetop vantage.
We sit; black eyed and beady, our voices
Recite a mantra; squawk, rattle and caw
Keeping time between knobbly branches;
A gloomy chorus line of feathered pallbearers
Hidden behind a screen of crisping foliage.
Scavenger. We feed on leftovers and others’ waste.
Adaptable to the taste of this and that. In times
Gone by you provided flesh for our banquet – cold;
Texture like jelly, fresh meat. Heads darting up and
Down; peck and swallow we fed. A grisly flock;
You said death followed our tails as nights follows day.
Old crows. Gossip passes between us in haste. Quick
Tongued and bold we chatter and spread; a black mass
Of feather and claw – wings outstretched, taking flight;
A rush of air to sever claws from bark. Soaring, smooth,
We glide. Wings brace and flap, searching eyes – still ever
Moving. Unchanging grace silhouetted against grey skies.
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