counting crows
a murder of crows
bide their time
on the outskirts of town
waiting patiently
as the virus
gripped the residents
with fever and fear
death by death
the murder grew larger
their calls becoming
creepingly human
their strategy
instinctively fine-tuned
and well orchestrated
the devastation
never aired anywhere
no mention of crows
nor intelligence
of any pandemic
ever germinating
in an alien field
april two thousand twelve
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As a big crow fan, I’m in love with this! “their calls becoming/creepingly human” spawned some great images in my head. 🙂
Eve
i’m so happy you enjoyed the poem, thanks for visiting and leaving the lovely comment. 🙂
LOL almost a horror story your poem of the crows .. do so love this and your writing is just awesome beez ;))
thanks so much for revisiting my poetry, so glad you enjoyed the crows 🙂
I dig the twist. Makes me wonder if the crows aren’t themselves aliens, as cats are.
I would say both are aliens, BG. Thanks for revisiting, hope your move went well.
Haunting. Bravi.
Thank you for visiting my poetry blog, Silia 🙂