Cold crow, black crow sits in the tree. I’m not afraid of him, he’s not afraid of me. * He flaps and he watches with dark beady eye. He knows things about me as I stumble by. *… Read More
Posted on 1st October 2014 by Ali Isaac
battle, battlefield, carrion, carrion crow, crow, death, poem, poetry
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