Crows invade my sight
26 August 2018

Dry pitiless cries
Resonating through my mind
Dull and hoarse voices
A glare in the eye
Beak a scavenger’s emblem
Robe mantle of dark
Merciless swirling
Cawing from morning till night
Crows invade my sight
Reading of the poem:
Counting crows – Round Here