Poem: Crows At Sunset

 

Crows at Sunset

 

peppery legions,

dusty of roused wing, they throng

the valley oaks caked with

their cronks and brays

to clot a severed sun.

 

in flaunt and mock

of wealthy mayhem,

they rush aloft, speckling

the fitful gusty wind with

a ruffled, brazen,

hood-ornament-like status,

 lost in a fever of caws, cackles 

and clamors--

which cacchinate in

sprays of blurry reels to braid and 

wreath twisted laurels of

self-assumed importance,

embroidering a flesh of violet and

burgundy, drunken with blood.

 

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t-Mx-ouEMWs&list=RDt-Mx-ouEMWs&start_radio=1

So many murders of crows at Lake View Terrace Rec Center in LA