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


the morning sun


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


for the others to see

I wonder what you

would think of me


that I want nothing more

than to be a friend

to a murder of crows

because I believe

we're so much alike

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