Birds In Black Poem by Richard Greene

Birds In Black

Rating: 5.0


Stepping outside I find
mere feet from my door
two large crows
in a leafless tree.
Too large for its naked branches,
motionless,
with vitreous eyes,
they look like clockwork birds,
but in their gaze I see
wary minds
appraising me.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Sandra Fowler 15 December 2005

This is a fine, provocative piece. Crows are brave birds. They survive whatever the weather.. Regards, Sandra Fowler

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