A murder of crows
They fly through the night
The moon on their wings
Their eyes like red firelight
Blood flows from the earth
They fly toward the stars
Soft caw they emit
They rise to the heavens, like smoke
from cigars
They fly through the night
The moon on their wings
Their eyes like red firelight
Blood flows from the earth
They fly toward the stars
Soft caw they emit
They rise to the heavens, like smoke
from cigars
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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