Tear-Stained Murder
Dusk sky darkening red
Bugle blowing loud and long
Soulful
Slow and soulful
A murder of crows gather
Cloak of darkness falling down
Over the crowd of cold hearts
Small tear
Lingers and drops
Christening the moment in 4/4 time
A child, she walks arms uplifted
Through the silence of the crowd
The crows
They swoop and dive
Flapping wings heard, not seen
Somber dawn sun rises slowly
Crowd of cold hearts beating wild
Tear-stained child
Stands alone
Murder of crows circle waiting.
Dayvid Graybill © 2013
Regis
what happens to children.
Always,
Deborah
Love ya!
Jane
I've often wondered why they call it a "murder" of crows. I'll have to look it up. But I think that it is because they are the first to arrive whenever there is carrion to pick.
Ron