Cackling Crows

Cackling of crows

I hate it when the voices are right, especially in the darkness of the night.

They all start to laugh and cackle, gathering around.

Waiting for a wounded state, waiting for my guard to be brought down.

Their eyes gleam and shine eager to take with them what I thought was mine.

I hate it when they are right, and they always know…

Damn cackling of crows.

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A fly away day dreamer happily grounded by a child on each foot and a wonderful husband who always has my back. So I write my daydreams for now until our children develop wings of their own.

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