Halloween, My original writing, Poetry

Halloween Poetry – Crows

Noisy and repetitive
They huddle, tease, and scold.
Sly and fearless
They claim what is on the road.
Stylish all in black
Never moving too far or too fast.
Acting as a group
If ever there is a blast.
On the rooftops, in the branches,
On the road, in the garden.
Crows are the windows to our souls.

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Bob

Bob has been a writer all his life. He has had to do many other things to buy groceries and make his car payments, but most of these things have involved writing, in one genre or another.