The trees relinquish all thoughts of color
Save the indistinct greys and whites
Grainy black and white photos
Memories of yesterdays
Now crusted with ice
Bone chimes in a cold November wind
A crooked black branch
Black lightning
Crack across a pewter sky
An ebon crow settles
Screeching foul crow thoughts
For nasty crow reasons
Below
I watch him
We all move towards death
I wonder if crows
ever eat crow
Quixotic as ever
William C. Burns, Jr.
Millennium Artist
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