Day 15: Down the Sights
there were crows
waiting in the trees
talking to one another
sounded like screaming
I was sitting on the porch
with toys in hand
enjoying
the morning sun
warm
on poured concrete
when you came out
with the rifle in hand
down the yard
to the edge
where they looked on
you shot one of them
it fell into the creek
died spread out
on a rock
the scattered
I followed you
down into the field
with it’s carcass
hung it up
crucified
for the others to see
I wonder what you
would think of me
now
that I want nothing more
than to be a friend
to a murder of crows
because I believe
we're so much alike