Tuesday, May 24, 2022

Watchers, A Murder of Crows


in the dusty streets

no one minds you


strutting with snarl

with mean spitted eyes

with greedy shoulders

with oversized ego 


but we watch you

every day 

perched from our steel power lines

high above, joustling at a slightest breeze

we watch your goings in & out

in this city marked with hot brown & red roofs


the sun does not touch us

though the night feeds us with weeds

the sky does not hide our hunger


we are on guard, black & bleak

bitching with clumps

of violent energy, waiting in wings  


we wait for your road-kill rage

of one dead squirrel

or your junk food garbage

just

toss out your coke can & burnt 

last fries


we will swoop down

waves of hysteria in doom

see, there's one big crow 


strutting with snarl

with mean spitted eyes

with greedy shoulders

with oversized ego 



Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - A Corvid Poetry, hosted by Ingrid. Thanks for your visits and comments.





23 comments:

  1. Amazing work, Grace! I love how the corvids inspired you to produce such sinister imagery.

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  2. This is incredibly powerful, Grace! Wow! I especially resonate with; "the sun does not touch us though the night feeds us with weeds/the sky does not hide our hunger/we are on guard."❤️❤️

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  3. They really watch us all the time... and they are ready to grab what we leave... great view of those corvids.

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  4. i love this - that bird's eye view, the menace, the garbage - it's wonderful!

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  5. Wow! This just pulses with power and sinister energy. I do love crows though!

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  6. Wonderfully tense and vivid!

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  7. An ego uncontained for sure. Here, on the dark side.

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  8. There is a fierce wikd bird energy with which you penned this one. Bravo.

    Thanks for dropping by to read mine

    Muchđź’›love

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  9. Hello, long time no read, hope you have been well. I love crow poems and yours captures their fierceness vividly. Take care.

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  10. I enjoyed this poem. I like how you left the word "just" by itself. "Just' is a difficult word for me. I use it too much, and yet, I can't not use it.

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  11. There is usually one in every crowd! Well done, Grace.

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  12. That was edgy, I can feel them watching us and us watching them. I often see crows on my walk and they have a distinct
    caw, that makes you pause.

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  13. the repeated lines bring this a mirroring image. i felt like, is it really the crows with oversized ego? or us. reflective and crisp, Grace.

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  14. An inside look at the minds of scavengers. Well-done.

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  15. Beautiful poem :)

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  16. "we are on guard, black & bleak

    bitching with clumps

    of violent energy, waiting in wings"

    Wow. Wonderful imagery, Grace! They do strut, don't they? Enjoyed this :-)

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  17. Clever parallels Grace - vividly drawn.

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  18. Very impactful imagery, Grace, and edgy too!

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  19. Wow! I love this! It captures them so well.

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  20. I'd say the murder of people is far more threatening . Hope you're well, Grace ~

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