When Crows Cry

I perch on my usual branch,
feathers shivering,
sharp eyes surveying
the naked winter-
weathered landscape,
depressed by concrete cloud.
I open my frost-numbed beak,
rip the air with one loud cry,
release crow-black pain
into the sky.

Kim M. Russell, 2018

My response to Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo Thursday photo prompt – Crow #writephoto

25 thoughts on “When Crows Cry

  1. Brilliant bird, know whom to trust, an whom not too..

    It’s a shame that they die, because a human soul… Funny how we commincate, they’ll show me whom has fed wrongly… Have you ever heard a crow trying to speak english?

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