Flying around as uninvited company,
stealing other's hard made luxury.
A black shadow of someone's misery,
soaring through the plains of negativity,
in a stuffed man's humble insanity.
Got away with his activity,
trampling his own dignity.
Mirrored a hundred times infinity,
torturing the Watcher's idiocy.
It's an evil figure filled with treachery.
Stealing corn with foul democracy.
A crow showing his true identity.
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Author:
Zojinjo (
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- Comment from author about the poem: My first poem was about the mysterious watcher of the field, the Scarecrow. Now about his enemy and soul purpose of existance. !!UPDATE: 28 / 1 / 2011 !! I've added a Youtube Video to my poem. It contains an acoustic version of the song "If Crows don't sing" This is where I got the idea of Crows being somewhat mysterious creatures and inspiration for my poem. Listen to it, it's a good song.
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Comments1
Oh, dear, wish I could edit my comment...I do NOT wish to be identified with that creature. Fascinating perspective on crows, which really seems too true. Thanks for this expose of the thieves. I quite enjoy your rhyming and rythm and how you expressed it.
Thanks so much for taking time to comment on my poems, I'm glad you like them!
-Zojinjo
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