Tuesday, November 6, 2018

Murder of Crows


That one black ominous crow
paid an uninvited visit today
with his alphorn blaring along
with his treacherous cawing mob;
they've come for their reward,
to peck out my soul from this rancid life,
their leveled council, lined with corruption,
and defiled with mocking perjury,
brimming with malfeasance, I plea
my case, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM;
for I plead, the reason of insanity, 
as I watch the black plume of feathers
cloud the sky.

- John Hardesty 

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