Autumn Crows.
Updated: Dec 15, 2020
Foreword: Autumn has long held a sense of melancholy and sadness for me. I become aware more so at this time of year how sinister the murders of crows appear to me. Almost as though they mock my melancholy from their treetops.
Autumn crows are cackling
Laughing at me it seems
Looking deep into my soul
A flock of hooded fiends..
With dead black eyes,
What do they see, what do they really know?
The way they stare and look at me
Those watching Autumn crows
Sit aloft on spindly branch
As feathery judge and jury
Silhouette against leaden sky
Watch with eyes of fury..
As leaves scatter and fall around me
Those black eyes take their toll
Dance and spin on autumn wind
Into false security I'm lulled..
A symphony of wings disturb the air
As from jury box they fly
Scream and cackle on their way
Sinister eyes still pry.
(©) Dom Giddy 2020