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Crows
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Life Cold winds blowing wicked
this November morning
a row of bewildered crows
perch on leafless tree branches
to scrutinize the humans down below
and bleakly, it occurs to me
that the world just might end today
A Murder Of Crows
That is their group. Predicitng doom - thief in the night - so many ways of looking at a blackbird. :D
So true
I rather detest those birds:)
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