With my hand to the sun
I count them from left to right
Oh, how they scream
this murder of crows.
They dance and clamor
encouraging the sun to set faster
craving the arrival of shade
to offer rest for their tired talons.
......
As I sit on my desk,
white paper and black pen in hand,
I hear the raven crow.
Once.
Twice.
Thrice.
I begin bleeding onto the page,
black ink adorning the white page,
my emotions finding a home
in a once blank page.
......
As I sit on my desk,
white paper and black pen in hand,
I hear the raven crow.
Once.
Twice.
Thrice.
I begin bleeding onto the page,
black ink adorning the white page,
my emotions finding a home
in a once blank page.
......
With my hand to the sun
I count them from left to right
Oh, how they scream
this murder of crows.
They dance and clamor
encouraging the sun to set faster
craving the arrival of shade
to offer rest for their tired talons.
......