| Seasonal - Crows...
Posted: 10/9/2007 8:32:46 PM | An older poem of mine...
Raven Feedback, © 1997, Jerod J. Husvar
We soar through the air
But find our meals on the ground,
We’ve a keener sense for death
Than any vulture or blood-hound.
Some say that we carry souls,
Which may or may not be true,
And even if it be so
The soul we carry today may not be you.
We’ve been to every battle
Since the start of Man-kind,
Maybe we just find a good meal…
After all, the dead don’t mind.
We clean up your wasted life
It’s a job we well know
For you humans seem to shed blood
Anywhere on this earth you go.
And so remember, my dear,
The next time we visit your hood,
That we are not are not inherently evil
We’re just misunderstood. | |
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