In the dark
The crows assemble
Unhunching shoulders
With glossy shrugs,
Beaks sussing out
Some unwelcome things
Among them.
Half-opening wings,
Not preening
Just quiet fluffing
And subtle shiftings
Of weight;
Almost imperceptible shufflings
In the order of things.
Readying themselves;
Maybe steadying,
For day and light
Then flight.
Copyright 2010 MC Coolidge
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Just wait until you get one in your garage and it won’t leave.
You’ll have more than poetic words about crows!!!
I just have to ask.. What “Some unwelcome things
Among them.” are there ?
Now, Johnnie boy, what kind of poet would I be if I tried to explain a poem!?
But, naturally, every poet longs to (even if they resist).
More than those two non-answers, here’s my real answer. I’m more than appreciative that you even took the time to read the poem. Thanks.
I hope you have a great Sunday.
Johnnie boy is getting on my nerves MC.:-)GRRRRRRRRRR again.