Watching, as they swooped over outbuilding roof tops

Wings expanded to glide

While the wind hurtled them back.


Watched them climb again

Fearless it seemed against the gale

Banking airplane style.


Passed them as road kill

While the scavenger

Picked their bones.



Will their flock mourn them?

Would the murder of crows

Know of their plight in flight?


Observed them through nearby window

Balancing precariously

Engaged in on line conversation.


Listen to their chatter

As we breakfast

As they, scrap over morsels.

(c) Chris Black. October 2018

~The Poet’s Poet~

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