ink in thirds


A premeditated murder of smallish crows
holds the morning in its ebony breath
as they mutilate the sky.

Also thanks to Grace, found a new fun place to poem – thursdays at ink in thirds.
Come play! 


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2 Responses to ink in thirds

  1. belle jars says:

    Wow. The third line is so powerful.

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