Communing with Crows

You try to tell yourself the things you try to tell yourself to make yourself forget.
– Anna Begins, Counting Crows


She gives herself a new

as they murder

ebony apostrophes
owning the sky.


Between my penchant for Counting Crows and my penchant for writing about them, a search of “crow” on my blog will get you about a squillion of these little black poems. But what a joy to write another one today, to prompt, for toads. Incidentally: in addition to murder, a flock of crows is also called a storytelling. How fantastic is that?


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11 Responses to Communing with Crows

  1. ooooh…ebony apostrophes…love that.

  2. sanaarizvi says:

    You had me floored with the title!❤️ Such a breath of fresh air.. your verse 🙂

  3. Rosemary Nissen-Wade says:

    Ohhh! Prostrated with ecstasy at your final couplet.

  4. Jim says:

    You have me wondering if her story is true or make believe. Fun reading and guessing what was between the lines. I too like Counting Crows but I don’t hear them often. More on the Internet than on TV and radio.

  5. charleen martinez says:

    Ebony apostrophes-love it!

  6. coalblack says:

    Really? A storytelling? I love it!

  7. Sherry Marr says:

    Those ebony apostrophes owning the sky….how original. I will watch them with new eyes now.

  8. ManicDdaily says:

    so cool. All of it. k.

  9. Kerry says:

    Such a brilliant image, those black apostrophes.. The whole packs a huge punch.

  10. Marian says:

    A storytelling! Who knew? I love this dark snapshot.

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