Dark BirdsA Poem by Tina KlineBlack angry dots silhouetted against the dark stormy sky I could feel their rage as they drew closer and closer dark arrows aiming right for me oh, their awful voices as they drew closer increasing in size somewhere about now I decide to run It is raining The ground is slick The Douglas Firs are heavy with damp The angry crows are almost with me their loud voices screaming their feathers sounding like death I race for my car knowing I won’t make it I feel the talons at my neck digging in I feel the large hard beak pulling my hair black wings hitting my face more and more attack I fall beneath their onslaught Black beaks pecking and tearing wings beating me talons ripping at my skin Hell, I think this would make a great horror movie! about attacking blood thirsty crows and there is no explanation for this very uncrow like behavior
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11 Reviews Added on October 7, 2010 Last Updated on October 7, 2010 AuthorTina KlineORAboutWhen Venus gets too close catfish have been known to come up out of the water onto the shore, feed awhile, then go back in. It's business as usual in the Apocalypse. And business is very good right.. more..Writing
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