After some debate
two of the crows decided
to start on the eyes
of the fallen one.
Those eyes did not reflect sky
any more nor earth
for all that matter.
Other crows, lower ranking,
began their digging
closer to the tail,
perhaps searching for liver
or some such innard.
I tried for silence
and even some reverence
for the way of things.
November 7, 2013 7: 21 PM
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