They arrived at dusk.
It was light
enough to see them gather
and crowd in along
the electrical wiring
above the ancient
Road house.
When the little old woman
fell, they swooped in on her doing
what carrion crows do, even
though
she’d yet to die
and begin the rotting process.
This is wonderful so easy to picture and so immersive.
Nice
Stong imagery. Reminds me of “The Birds” movie.
Very nice. Huge story, concise poem. Loved it.
Potent imagery, and surprising turn of narrative! Well done!
Man, is that bleak. Great imagery.