12 October 2012
I saw a murder of crows this morning, Hundreds, flying above my head. Jet black clouds, flapping and cawing, Swirling in skies of red.
I saw a murder of crows at noon, Like pilots on a mission. Ordering, in their loud harsh tune. The crows were ready in position.
I saw a murder of crows that night, Maybe ten or more. I wonder if they won that fight, Against bad spirits wanting war.
I saw a single crow just then, He was bruised from head to toe. He's brave, for fighting in that glen, At the Battle of the Crows.
The Battle Of The Crows • Opuss № I