he sighted a ****** of crows lined on a dead oak branch he could see only silhouettes against a gray dawn sky
he closed one eye pulled both triggers on grandpa’s old gun; all of them save one fell from the lifeless limb
the sole survivor looked down on him, but did not move, not an inch not even when he reloaded, aimed and shot again
* a two minute poem has no requirements other than it be written in two minutes--after the two minutes, editing is permitted; e.g., changing tense, omitting or changing words (adding words is not permitted), changing number or even changing the order of words within in a line--it is an entertaining form that has potential for one to make economical use of words and time