Murder of crows flying low
Circling, diving in angry geometry
Screaming profound pain
At splintered branches
Snagging their feathers
Leaving traces of anice
In burning leaves starward licking
And strict tongued breeze
Circling, diving in angry geometry
Screaming profound pain
At splintered branches
Snagging their feathers
Leaving traces of anice
In burning leaves starward licking
And strict tongued breeze
E.A. O'Connell
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