"Crow Break" by yours truly
I watch a flock of crows practice maneuvers,
A black mass of squawking.
A swerving cloud of
dark magic.
Spooky to many;
enlightening me.
Mesmerizing grace
How do they know
direction, who to
follow in their
bee-like swarm?
Feathered cumulus clouds
without warning of
a storm, they
welcome the rising sun.
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