any picture comes to my mind,
i try to give it a body of words,
love to sit on other blooms,
for honey, color, fragrance........
Poetry for/about birds...they provide much to write about. You have it exactly right, in every line, how the crows behave. Then with the last line you put it all together..what a precarious life they lead, the dangers they face.
....ends very darkly...Can clearly see this in my minds' eye, without the photo. And that is the mark of imagism....well done.
I have to say murder, though I shouldn't use a pun like this for a serious poem.. love the dark tone.
Oh, this is sad really. I hate to think of such a painful death, even if it IS a crow.
A gathering of crows IS called a "murder," after all... ;) You have gracefully echoed WCW's "Wheelbarrow" cadence with this, right down to the use of prepositional phrase, which I enjoyed very much.
Hundreds of black crows in mourning--an ominous sight, indeed. Well done.
Terrific imagery, & fine use of the form; some dark thoughts metaphorically, but keeps us reading. I always like crows as subjects for poetics. They can mimic speech, have had them talk to me, which can be unnerving.
Eerie but dignified as they pay their respect to their fallen friend.
Stark reality painted in this one, Sumana. Life, all life, is so fragile.
This really captures the images of the crows and suggests a kind of mourning and fellowship. Beutifully crafted.
Wonderfully captured, my friend.
Asphalthumans..roadplaypreyroad killspells hUman dooms...
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