This is one of my simplest and most straight forward poems, but I think that is why I like it so much. I wrote it outside at work while smoking and watching the crows fly.
I dearly love to watch the crows
There dancing in the tree
The murder's song is dark and sweet
They voice it just for me
On chilling wind their wings cut clean
Above the park of green
They only perch to wish me well
These shadows in my dream.
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