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Birds on a wire, the murderous crows commonly known as an omen of doom silently staring and perching in rows What might they be pondering, I cannot suppose, their black, piercing eyes bore into my room Birds on a wire, the murderous crows Outside my window the flock slowly grows unsettled, I watch them gather and loom silently, staring and perching in rows. The flapping of wings sings songs of sorrows here with a message for me, I assume. Birds on a wire, the murderous crows My fear has ebbed of these wondrous fellows; you see, we're not unalike I presume-- silently staring and perching in rows. Pencil tapping, I stare out the window perched on my chair as I sit in the gloom Birds on a wire, the murderous crows, silently staring and perching in rows.
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Apr 25, 2012
Apr 25, 2012 at 7:57 PM UTC
The Murderous Crows
Birds on a wire, the murderous crows commonly known as an omen of doom silently staring and perching in rows What might they be pondering, I cannot suppose, their black, piercing eyes bore into my room Birds on a wire, the murderous crows Outside my window the flock slowly grows unsettled, I watch them gather and loom silently, staring and perching in rows. The flapping of wings sings songs of sorrows here with a message for me, I assume. Birds on a wire, the murderous crows My fear has ebbed of these wondrous fellows; you see, we're not unalike I presume-- silently staring and perching in rows. Pencil tapping, I stare out the window perched on my chair as I sit in the gloom Birds on a wire, the murderous crows, silently staring and perching in rows.
A Villanelle.
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Apr 25, 2012
Apr 25, 2012 at 7:57 PM UTC
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