The Murmuring Crow

The murmuring crow gets little respect

And much fending off and neglect

Along with their raven brothers

Counted as bad omens and bothers

Their black shining coats found too dark

Would much prefer colorful plume or even white stark

The murmuring crow chased away - never kept -

With words, sticks, stones, and rampant steps

Met with such apprehension, disgust, and sorrow

The murmuring crow thought to tell of bad tomorrows

Found in dreams of disappointment, death, and loss

From the shadows and underworld they cross

Slaughter-greedy, dirty, and brooding they’re said to be

Even worse, they mask the skies in masses ceaselessly

Noisy and cacophonous from their perches surrounding

The murmuring crow far from murmurs in its proud cawing

The murmuring crow thrives still – but how?

Naught from a curse demons and witches endow -

The murmuring crow, mysterious, defensive, and ingenious,

Safe in a team protective, adventurous, and curious

Dread Omen

The dropping feeling in your gut

People may say it is cliché

But have you ever experienced it

Then you too will say

That horrid silence of no breath

Mixed with the dreadful emptiness

Of the stomach filled with anticipation

Sprinkled with the endless heartbeat

Racing time in reverse

Slow motion seems endless

Right on cue as if you would rehearse

But who wants this practice?

Wishing it wasn’t so familiar

Wanting to flee from this dread omen

The draw to go run, hide, die, disappear

All to avoid that look, disappointment

Anger, rage, silence, d-day

Something and everything

It shall happen either way

Let the dread omen sing

Only time will truly tell

But past and premonition foretells

Fallen into trap and spell

Stomach knotted, bottomless wells

Don’t deny it now, I’m already sold

It’s sure to come soon

The future has been told

It happened already last sun and moon