When Crows Cry – Kim M. Russell #writephoto

Sue Vincent's Daily Echo

I perch on my usual branch,
feathers shivering,
sharp eyes surveying
the naked winter-
weathered landscape,
depressed by concrete cloud.
I open my frost-numbed beak,
rip the air with one loud cry,
release crow-black pain
into the sky.

Source: writing in north norfolk

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