Crows by Jacqueline Nash


High above
angry crows
Frantic squawking
Wings flapping
Shiny black
feathers falling
Silently slowly
Twisting turning

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2 Responses to Crows by Jacqueline Nash

  1. mopana says:

    You know, in Romania is a saying. If crows croaks then will snow 🙂 Beautiful poem ❤

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  2. jcnashpoems says:

    Thank you Monica. We only had a short lived sprinkling of snow this year in North London but I suppose we could have more yet 🙂


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