Murder of Crows
by Erin Brown

When a crow falls
the others follow the scent
of darkness

a murder swoops in
raging at the dying of the light
shrieking cries
a razor splitting the air
sorrow splayed
like bones plied from flesh

dropping bits of grass, leaves
and bark over the shadow of the soul

the whole world
a shroud

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