four black crows <br />a corsair of feathers <br />sink great beaks <br />into the half coconut shell <br />swinging from a bendy <br />tender branch <br /> <br />sounds of breaking <br />split the air <br /> <br />four black crows <br />dancing on the chimney pots <br />waiting for ever <br />while flakes of coconut <br />saturate <br />the hungry soil <br /> <br />and one black feather <br />waits to be remembered<br /><br />Penny Hemans<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/four-black-crows/
