Fridayam's BlogA conclave of crows took over the
still-bare tree debating
something of great import their
caws almost turning their bodies
inside out with quarrels and
fights erupting in
sudden explosions of
ragged black fury.
Sugar, spice, sultry, and nice...so very nice...
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Still hot. (It just comes in flashes now.)
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Comments
Your poem about birds reminds me of words – my stories have been scrapping this week, they won’t settle down, insist on turning me inside out.
Very powerful and I suspect, metaphoric.
Sounds just like crows….noisy and fiesty.