Crows Calling

Crows Calling

A Poem by Black Cat Fever

Crows in the trees
Calling calling
Speaking of things that can never be

Black feathers against green leaves
Calling calling
Thoughts drifting into distant dreams

Ebony streaks winging away
No longer calling
Gone is the day



© 2012 Black Cat Fever


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I can just see the crows gathering in the green leafy trees where they call back and forth to each other. Thus, one can wonder whether they are having a conversation about things that we can't see. Then they fly off, leaving the mystery of them behind for us to wonder about for a while. I really enjoyed your poem.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Black Cat Fever

11 Years Ago

Thanks!



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"Black feathers against green leaves
Calling calling
Thoughts drifting into distant dreams"

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Black Cat Fever

10 Years Ago

thanks very much!
Sami Khalil

10 Years Ago

You are welcome...:).................
I take this as the call of the wild. Calling us to enjoy all nature's creatures and to see things in perspectives. I do believe that everything God created has a language or a form of comminication . Powerful and well done...:)....................

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Black Cat Fever

10 Years Ago

Thank you, much appreciated!
Sami Khalil

10 Years Ago

Much welcome...:).....................
I do like the image of the crow, there's something so majestically gothic about them. I like how you portray them in this poem, you give them personality and wisdom.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Black Cat Fever

10 Years Ago

Thanks much!
Very nicely done. I often wonder what crows are saying when they all gather together and make alot of noise. Cool poem!

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Why is it that crows make us sad or melancholy, while other birds make us happy? Is it their color. Crows appear in my yard on garbage day and they always make me feel creepy. A though provoking poem.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Black Cat Fever

11 Years Ago

Thanks so much. Crows symbolize many things, all dark I think. Most common one is death.
Excellent mysterious poem. Crows are cool birds, I love to hear their call. An excellent write.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Black Cat Fever

11 Years Ago

Thank you!
Eric Cox

11 Years Ago

You're welcome.
I can just see the crows gathering in the green leafy trees where they call back and forth to each other. Thus, one can wonder whether they are having a conversation about things that we can't see. Then they fly off, leaving the mystery of them behind for us to wonder about for a while. I really enjoyed your poem.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Black Cat Fever

11 Years Ago

Thanks!
There is a haunting autumn feel to your write... maybe the hints at Poe and more... Love to hear the call of crows, and your words brought them to life.

Posted 11 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Black Cat Fever

11 Years Ago

Thanks!

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Black Cat Fever
Black Cat Fever

Sumptner, OR



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