crow haiku

your shadow is swift,
falling drunkard through thunder,
a mere grazing touch.


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walking through the grass,
awkward obsidian clown,
worms laugh at your gait.


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black simplicity,
strutting murder in the air,
and then the silence...


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voices carry death
and dip below horizon...
ice creaks in sweet rum.


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in the noon day sun
your iridescent feathers -
oil on virgin snow.