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uneasy murder of crows
rising together against the sky
black wings shimmering in the heat
wheeling high then swooping low
until there was a row of crows
perched on the wing of the school
devoted to Poe and poetry
and across the street the redbone hound whined
and hobbled slowly and arthritically up the porch steps
and lay himself carefully down
by the vacant rocking chair.
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~~~~~~~~©2019 susan williams
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Robert Murray Smith! ! ! Loved your comment and I am very happy to hear you enjoyed this poem! ! ! Tis music to the ears!
Susan, Much better than a gaggle of geese or even pack of wolves your 'uneasy murder of crows' " redbone hound whined and hobbled slowly and arthritically up the porch steps and lay himself carefully down by the vacant rocking chair." QtR
A gaggle of geese would seem at first glance to be laughable as an subject of fear and desperation.... which means you never had a neighbor ask you to feed their geese while they were gone.... one goose on a rampage is far more fearsome than a pack of hungry wolves... I shall have to write a horror poem on that late afternoon under the gloom of a gray November day.... :)
Hi Kevin. Like you, my granddaughter loves and praises crows every chance she gets. I dislike them because they attack the sparrows' nests in my big fir tree and kill the babies. But the sparrows are a courageous little bird==they chase the huge crows away, swooping down on them, crossing their flight paths, and giving warning to other birds and squirrels. Thank you for finding this poem haunting- that was my intent! ! !
I do think crows get a bad rap, their actually very intelligent and prescient creatures not like those rats we call Gulls. Still you make it very haunting, I don't know why but I'm reminded of Tom Waits Murder in the Red Barn, just in terms of Gothic imagery. I think Poe would approve.
Like you, my granddaughter loves and praises crows every chance she gets. I dislike them because they attack the sparrows' nests in my big fir tree and kill the babies. But the sparrows are a courageous little bird==they chase the huge crows away, swooping down on them, crossing their flight paths, and giving warning to other birds and squirrels. Thank you for finding this poem haunting- that was my intent! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There is something strange... crows and death... a single one or a murder of them.. a poem rich with unique imagery.
and hopefully it will stick in your memory==something ominous, something creeping around in the fog....