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A prudent poem that needs serious introspection.

My friend, Robert! I see them flying the skies over the high school and lurking on the telephone lines and harassing the squirrel gathering his nuts- -maybe I would like them better if they hadn't been raiding the sparrows' nests and eating their young! ! ! Thank you for visiting! ! You're welcome to take a crow home with you! !

Cool! ! ! ! I am particularly fond of these lines too, Soran

Soran, Wow! ! ! What a nice comment! ! ! ! Thank you for the 10 and for that nice niche on your fav shelf of poetry! !

Soran- -I'm glad these particular lines attracted your attention! ! !

where once upon a time the lonely figure of a girl waited the return of her love and they mock and they glare and they stare with their malicious black eyes and bob their heads once then twice

.. the lonely figure of a girl waited the return of her love and perching there on almost every branch of that vase-shaped tree they ruffle their inky black feathers and hunch their shoulders and stare and glare into my picture window

.. This crow equates Edgar Allan Poe's crow in poetic strength. We can understand through this metaphor the hidden discourse . Memory, if mixed with imagination, will produce a creative text in this high level, congratulations, you are an excellent poet.10/10 and onto my fav list

.. the lonely figure of a girl waited the return of her love and perching there on almost every branch of that vase-shaped tree they ruffle their inky black feathers and hunch their shoulders and stare and glare into my picture window ..

This is a remarkable piece.......thank u. anjandev roy.

ah yes.. evil souls are returning, as well as those stolen souls, often associated with a raven or a writing desk.. to dream of being free in a tree. thanks for sharing these thoughts with me.

Black wings! ! Black feathers! Romance of nature! ! ! Waiting for the bird; A lovely girl waiting. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

That girl under the tree would not/could not be Lenore? It's back to my volume of forgotten lore! This goes to myfavourites. A terrific poem, Susan.

Cont/.. We Indians prefer and like white creatures and find black creatures even cats scary. You wrote such an awesome haunting poem, one of your best indeed.. Kudos for the poetry how you depict and relate. Pls do read comment my newest poem too titled, 'pink mania inking

Nice to see the crows portrayed in a dark ominous way since I have seen whites admire Ravens and crows to the surprise of us Indians who admire white swans instead. I find crows quite scary and here if one is killed then they become vengeful congregations and peck on all passerby. Even in America we've read of crows hurting kids with their pointy beaks. I do feed some outside safely behind my window bars and those seem nice though. Yet I couldn't trust them flying above me.

PH is not sending any emails of comments so you need to go back and read your own poem and those which you may have read the colour of Royalty of blood and beautiful roses is always red

hey, susan! first time visiting ph in a while and looking up my " regulars, " you among them. you use repetition well here to convey the effect of these crows on the speaker (you?) . here spring is inserting itself, and the crows, mostly cold weather visitors to our city, will soon fly elsewhere. -glen

So beautifully crafted and well executed. I concur with the wonderful comments of Father Kostas. Indeed, this great poem can withstand the test of time. Onto my Poem List.

The title and the opening lines of this marvelous poem are so powerful and gripping creating fears to the very core. And as you go through the whole write, the fear is indelibly imprinted right at the mind due to its compelling imagery. That murder of crows come alive! ! The great Poetess expresses in brilliant detail the acts, characteristics and the attributes of these dark birds making us at close range and witness of this darkness..

Fascinating poem! Darkness is everywhere! A masterpiece!