decisions on where

the crows filled my yard last night
just before the sun was sinking
below the horizon’s furthest edge

the unintelligible cacophony
of a thousand beaks cawing-
none appearing to listen to the other

until one lifted off
wheeling over the space and away
the rest following freely

destination unknown, but somehow
knowing that where they were
was not where they were meant to be.

Provoking the thoughts… the Bard
And more about crows:

8 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. billgncs
    Feb 27, 2013 @ 02:03:48

    I would say, “the bird is on the wing”, but that’s so famous I am left with:
    It’s good thing they weren’t grackles.


  2. johnnycrabcakes
    Feb 27, 2013 @ 02:56:27

    Love this Mimsy. They are apparently dreadfully smart but one does have to wonder what they’re saying with all that noise.
    We probably sound the same to them.

    That Bard is quite the provoker isn’t he?


    • Whimsy Mimsy
      Feb 27, 2013 @ 02:59:51

      Yeah…I know. 🙂 I tend to glean inspiration from wherever I can find ANY…but he tends to toss off words or phrases that make me want to write something.


  3. jrosenberry1
    Feb 27, 2013 @ 03:54:29

    I see someone else has mentioned grackles … they are the first thing I thought when you said “thousand beaks”. Come to think about it … they’ll be returning in about a month. [shudder]
    Great poem 🙂


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