The crows flood the sky
this time every day
like a giant black kite
swarming from tree to tree
featureless against the afternoon sky
as a child might draw them
little arrows
flung by the hundreds.
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The crows flood the sky
this time every day
like a giant black kite
swarming from tree to tree
featureless against the afternoon sky
as a child might draw them
little arrows
flung by the hundreds.
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