A Murder of Crows

So, it’s been a couple of days. That may be my new pattern…no post on Sunday for sure and maybe Monday. I hope not, but I won’t promise.

Today’s poem was originally published in the Metastasis Anthology for Cancer Research, though it looks like it is out of print. I think it is a nice metaphor for a terrible disease…and no, it is not autobiographical.

A murder of crows
has taken up residence
inside my castle…
in the ruined tower
that sheltered my 
dreams.

They wheeled at first
in tight formation,
circling the tower,
in and out the 
windows.

And then,
like living shadows,
they went 
their separate ways…
spreading out,
from tree to tree,
until they

filled my world.