WWE....BIRDS......03.27.2012....Barbara H....

 Wednesday Writing Essential prompt: write about birds.

     CROWS

 ....judge NOT

except the birds

did not hear

or heed the word

for they don robes

of black

sauntering forth

ne'er looking back

they caw each flaw

in lifes' condition

I hear eery sound

before the sight

of flocks of black                             

in soaring flight

and when they land

they bow their heads

and judge the world

in which they live

its hinted

they are messengers

come to give

of what they know

and what is that

I've seen our flock

have heard them talk

they live amidst the trees

shoot the breeze

in the cemetery

1812, St. Peter & Paul

the crows

saunter

from my yard

to the graves next door

I wonder if maybe

one

knew Poe

never know

I do know

in spring they dance

I saw them on the branch

the crows called HIM

were cawing as they

dipped up and down

teasing the females

hanging round

and the girl crows

just seemed to quietly watch

reaction

not much

but what do I know

I just know

they all come back

usually numbering seven

their group hasn't grown

maybe the old crows

are too old

maybe the females

have flown

the coop

(the nest)

maybe thats why

maybe.... 

03.27.2012

Barbara H.