As the Crows Caw

Poetry by J.J. Johnson

As the Crows Caw

I feel something...

feel Something

that the others don’t feel.

As the Crows Caw

I listen…

listen to something

that the others cover their ears to.

As the Crows Caw

I stay and watch…

watch something

that the others run away from.

Tales and Rumors have tainted the images of these Black Birds. They are more than bad omens. They are more than threats. They are more than predators.

They are the most intelligent and disciplined birds in the kingdom. Because of a lack of understanding, they are the most hated and shunned birds.

As the Crows Caw

I Caw too.

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