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| Crafty Crow by Sean Briggs |
Black wings gleam against a grey sky--
Murder of Crows
Beating the air, striking the air
Birds meant to stay in trees,
Perching, watching,
Cawing and shrieking,
Diving in, driving out.
Red feathers, red tail flash--
Boil of hawks,
Birds meant for the sky--
Gliding and turning,
Sweeping in wide circles.
Black wings flee.**
Scree…scree…scree
