Sunday, January 4, 2009


by: Chris Cottrell

Another Crow Poem

It is the rowdy crackle
That is soo arousing
Some joke
Told in the blue
or over a lunch
Of flattened squirrel

Then some grim men pass close
To the mortuary huddle
And crows show how
The hairy eyeball is done
With a jig

Those crows know
We only go so long
Without killing each other

Thats what they find so funny.

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