Crows Know Death Poem by Lily Ives

Upon a grey and gloomy day,
A mob of crows descend softly on the shore.
Waves crash, break and threaten to claim
the land beneath black talons.
The wind howls and ruffles sleek
feathered wings on the sand.
Black beaks crack scattered seashells
in the hunt for human scraps.
Piercing caws announce the corpse of a fallen
brethren laying still by the sea,
as more crows flock to the scene.
A black shroud of plumage gathers
to mourn the deceased.
Death is the common thread
that unites all living things.