Four formidable ravens, all in a row,
Prancing and cawing on the ground.
Plucking the feathers off a dead crow,
God what a horrid sound.
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I believe Eric's comment (below) is right-on; this is a perfect metaphor for such. And a durn-good poem to boot!
could just as easy be the rich plucking at the bodies of the poor! great poem!
Sounds like a Parliamentary gathering! ! - seriously though, excellent write, very descriptive, can visualize the scene.
Gory but brilliant description of the scavengers just having a meal.
All in the name of survival. Artfully written and garishly described. Great work.