Frank Cortazo

(Sebastian, TX)

Three Black Birds

One day, three black birds that were perched very high,
Could be seen against the blue face of the sky,
One over a pole with the others upon
The line that it held, through which much sound had gone. Why they were perched up there, nobody could say;
Perhaps in great anticipation of prey
Or else just to survey the land far below
Where, back and forth, traffic of all kinds would go. A breeze touched their garb of black feathers but they,
Emotion or movement, dared not to disp

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