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Counting Crows
MM (3/16/60 / Macungie, PA.)

Counting Crows

They langour
Among the powered lines
Anticipating
Anxiously
Their next meal

Roadkill
The captain, some three odd pounds
With a butcher blade beak and
Onyx feathers
Caws and bellows his commands
Swoops

First dibs on a crushed rabbit
Fills his belly
Caws twice again
Satisfied

Leftovers are for his troops
The captain returns to his post
Surveys the asphalt
For his platoons next meal

User Rating: 5,0 / 5 ( 2 votes ) 3

Comments (3)

Solid penning Matt, love nature even this side of it..
FRESH, INNOVATIVE, WORK, MATT...YOU HAVE A UNIQUE STYLE THAT I FIND QUITE IMPRESSIVE....SOLID CRAFTING... FJR
Love this, Matt! Unlike your poetic crows, I can never get my fill of 'real' everyday poetry...of which this is a prime example. Great title to boot :) Best wishes. jack