Fireblossom Friday : Corvid and sit a while.
There are crows in the garden today
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As The Crow Flies
The crow looked out
Across the farm and saw
The plume of toxic fumes
That seemed to settle everywhere
The crow drew circles in the sky
And watched the bees and
Butterflies struggle to
Survive without the blooming
Wave of wildflowers
He saw the spill of inky oil
Like Rohrsach blots upon
The coastline where water
Fowl and fish no longer swam
He followed streams of shining cars
To factories and smoking stacks
That filled the air with particles
He could not breath then fell
To earth again as rain that will not
Quench Earth’s thirst
The crow looked down
From a dead tree branch
And sobbed, “Murder!”
rhymeswithbug 
The crows know. We should listen.
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Crow has a valid point.
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Awesome. Wise crow. I love this.
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(Typo in line one…feel free to delete this comment.) 😉
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Oh thanks for letting me know. Proof-reading is my nemesis – ugh
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I especially like your use of the word “plume” as a negative connotation, and then the power of the crow, overseeing it all.
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The crows are know to be wise 🙂 we should heed to their advice. Lovely write ❤️
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Ah yes, you nailed it. (Sadly.)
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You can’t fool a crow.
–coal (Fireblossom)
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Point taken, Candy . . . seriously.
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Bollocks! That’s how that sounded to me. 🙂
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