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bird, dark, death,
Black caw crow flies overhead
black caw crow cries sounds of dread
birds shiver in covert trees
mice skitter, scatter and flee.
Watercolor skies abound
mournful clouds cling to the ground
critters hide ‘neath fans of leaves
silent refuge from the siege.
Lazy slugs and snails alight
peaking black crow’s appetite
swooping down without a sound
black crow strikes as raindrops pound.
Black caw crow flies overhead
black caw crow cries sounds of dread.
Written on 3/10/2020
Brenda Victoria Northeast
allegory, death, nature,
I am trying to learn Haiku form - is this haiku?
Crow patiently waits
Poised on a dry brittle twig
Death is not silent
© Brenda V Northeast 23rd Jan. 2012
bereavement, betrayal, bird, crush, heart, how i feel, i love you,
Why has the love gone in shreds,
A mayhem curse.
Invited birds of the night on my pad,
A wild man's pet.
She flaunts her feathers in his sleep,
A sacred spell on damning dreams.
Tucks her wings and flaunts her wig.
She would soon weep as she feeds,
On every piece till he bleeds
Disregard his celebrated medallion pads.
animals, death, forgiveness, life, love, pets, sad,
It hovers around
waiting in the air
perfect time to land
Keen sense of smell
I can't detect
but I know where
it wants to go
The night a friend
to an enemy
snuffed him away
the owner regains
soil becomes the keeper
of the body
the soul...in the heart
It flies away
the sweet fragrance gone.
animal, death, nature,
A dead crow lies in the open street.
Other crows gather around it and in surrounding trees.
There's no cawing, no sounds at all, as each crow individually
visits the dead crow, then returns back to observe from the trees.
The crows surrounding their dead companion in its immediate vicinity
and all the other crows gathered in the surrounding trees
all observe one last time their current departed deceased,
and all of this is done dead silently,
then after a few more moments of silence suddenly
they all in unison silently fly off and leave.
I've witnessed "crow funerals" first hand many times personally,
and every single experience I've had can only be described as eerie.
addiction, death, mental illness,
Echoes in the deepened distance,
Still the voices chatter.
Taken by the wind you were,
And stood the moonlight shattered.
Forever the cold night's blessed call,
And dreams were but forgotten.
I could not find your empty eyes,
So still you lie begotten.
The shadows all but mark the end,
And in the dark it settles.
Murmuring now away from you,
A dance through midnight meadows.
Whispers now are all but black,
And our innocence stands fleeting.
The crow has come to seize the day,
And still we are but dreaming...
The crow perch upon the death tree
Listens for the night wind whispering
Names of expired souls
In the glow of moonlight
He wings toward Heaven
Grasping spirits fleeing life
Gather in his claws
He returns to deaths arms
And for a seed of corn
He releases the dead
At daybreak he caws
Than rest his feathers
On his favorite bare branch