Crows

The Seattle Post

The Last Act

by David Keith Johnson

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Because even he couldn’t walk forever

  one day
          the clown slumped at the roadside,
                    food for crows.

They found him delicious.

The clown was not really in a position
to resent this;
   
            even if he were,

                he would never begrudge the birds
                          their jolly feast.

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The London Riposte

Winter Crow

by Kenneth Durham Smith
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Harvest stubble frozen beneath
A crusting of still white snow
One crow scratches at the tufts
Hard, like coal, the light bends around it
And sketches the shape of something
That isn’t there
The crow is not a crow
It is not a shadow of a crow
The crow is the absence of the crow