Motorway Crows
by Karla Smith
karla@brecon.co.uk
Laughing black demons
They squat on the tarmac
Scoffing their carrion meals
Dicing with death
In the path of the traffic
On thunderous, murderous wheels
Squabbling black demons
They scrap on the tarmac
And then, as the vehicles
approach,
They rise to the sky
In the blink of an eye
- A pall of appalling black
smoke
Unhappy black demon
He lies on the tarmac
His feathers all battered and
bruised
A fraction too slow
This motorway crow
Is regretting he snoozed and he
losed.
©2009 Karla Smith
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