Something to Crow About

Something to Crow About

 

The murder of crows flew up

like synchronized dancers –

rising up from the WalMart parking lot,

making black smudges on a gray sky

One had a prize pinched between its beak

like a lucky bargain hunter rushing home

to brag about its find

 

 

 

 

Quadrille #193: Poems in a Pinch 

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