Crows

Crows

The crows are

noisy this morning.

Their caws carry

through the cool, crisp air.

All that hear the cries

gather to scavenge and

pick the bones clean.

Links

Sandra Moran Alphabet Soup Radio Book Club Nov. 12 Letters Never Sent

Sandra Moran Alphabet Soup Radio Book Club August 13 Podcast

Sandra Moran Alphabet Soup Radio Book Club April 9 Podcast

Meter, Beat and Feet 7-30-16

Poetic Asides

Academy of American Poets Poem-A-Day

Author Page

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