50 Crows

Fifty crows Squawk in dismay
and leap into flight in comfortable disarray
A black blizzard
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Guard crows stand beside the road
and eye my passage
with disapproval,
giving no ground.
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Single sentinels stand still atop white topped fence posts,
the best seats in the house,
disdaining the breeze,
eyeing the setting sun.
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I pass through a flock of 'Awks!!!'
as they 'Caw'l out my passage.
Whispering wheels whine
a high speed song down
the smooth paved way,
while miscreant gravel crunches and snaps crackling accents
into my flying ears.
Sringel - 10/17/94