poetry by j matthew waters

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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8 thoughts on “counting crows

  1. As a big crow fan, I’m in love with this! “their calls becoming/creepingly human” spawned some great images in my head. πŸ™‚


  2. LOL almost a horror story your poem of the crows .. do so love this and your writing is just awesome beez ;))

  3. bwgunner on said:

    I dig the twist. Makes me wonder if the crows aren’t themselves aliens, as cats are.

  4. Haunting. Bravi.

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