Shadows move among them, <br /> <br />amorphous like the wind <br /> <br />whispering in tranquility, <br /> <br />and twittering in unison <br /> <br />a harmonious cry <br /> <br />among the dead and the dying. <br /> <br />Unmindful of the waxing and waning <br /> <br />of the moon <br /> <br />their carrion minds <br /> <br />dance effortlessly on a barbed fence <br /> <br />sepulchral vigilantes watching closed eyes <br /> <br />never to see the light of day again: <br /> <br />a crow's heart only knows <br /> <br />recluse of dark places.<br /><br />Leonard Dabydeen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-crow-s-heart/
