The Birds

Looking up to the sky

This foreboding feeling grows

As I see the unkindness of ravens

And hear the murder of crows

32 thoughts on “The Birds

      1. The thick sky is torn apart by a strike of lightning blade.
        Smoke filled heaven fell on earth and broke the tight chest.
        None is harmed except a few greying chest hair.
        Life is good!

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      1. Bleak yet intriguing – can totally imagine a dark stormy day in a graveyard with these gathering in the wintery trees. πŸ™‚

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