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
Oct 16, 2016
Oct 16, 2016 at 2:28 PM UTC
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
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