My Flock....

February 2016

My Flock....


The cries, 

from my murder, of crows.

Drowned out, the setting sun.

And filled, that blackened void.

Which was left, now .....

Dies solis, had gone.

Not unlike the despair .....

That washed over, my aching heart .

A longing, for a light, that ....was gone.

My,..... star, my sun and moon.

My bird 


Has flown...


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