There's a murder crows following me.
What did they see, why did they pick me,
Do they see anguish, turmoil and torment,
Or do they see innocence, joy and content,
Was it what I'd done, or was what I said,
Or are they just messing about, with my head,
Was it how I looked, or was I looking at them,
Or were they just looking for someone to condemn,
Why can't they leave me, and just fly away,
And leave me in peace for ever and a day,
There's a murder crows following me,
What did they see, why did they peck me.
© 2010
Brian J Stafford
I only found out recently that a murder of crows is a group of crows I like this poem very much
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i like the change of pick to peck. did you intentionally leave out of twice? like the rhyming. my favorite line: Or are they just messing about, with my head, : ................. i think this is the correct answer! at least they aren't teradactyls! oops! pterodactyls. bri :)