Crows In The Corn

Crows In The Corn

A Poem by Fabian G. Franklin




Stalks and husks latticed; thatched

Braided and webbed in continuous form

Stretched across fields in unison

Melting the oblivion of cold dawn


A mix of wicker and rush, woven;

Like the bottom of some antique chair

Where few crows walk the frozen

Seat of earth; Morse code patterns;

Alive in frosted air


Hear them caw a warning

Urgent! A trespasser is among them

From high in the nearest treetop

They burst; ink spots into morning


Black upon the baby blue;

A child's crayon on heaven's wall

The red sun rises, burning

Sets steam upon air to thaw


I stand, gazing long into the fields

Collar turned up against the breeze

To watch a silent squirrel scampering

Seeking treasures between rough leaves


© 2017 Fabian G. Franklin

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Great rhythm and great writing :) the imagery behind this is done well enough that even someone who has no idea what life in a rural area is like can picture it :) well done

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Fabian G. Franklin

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Thank you for reading and your kind comment. Bless.

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Fabian G. Franklin
Fabian G. Franklin

Boone, NC

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