From towering gables to lofty pines
congregated murders capture our collapse,
cawing a cacophony.
Black lustered feathers blink blue
between barren deciduous branches.
They watch us.
And they wait.
Brenda Warren 2020
undercaws
From towering gables to lofty pines
congregated murders capture our collapse,
cawing a cacophony.
Black lustered feathers blink blue
between barren deciduous branches.
They watch us.
And they wait.
Brenda Warren 2020
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undercaws 
The poem is so you, Brenda. The imagery is strong and the tone is ominous.
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Thank you, Irene. Things feel ominous right now.
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Wow! That’s so good and yes, relatable.
Love,
Pammy
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Great work once again, my friend. Powerful and so relative.
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Whew! You aren’t messing around. It hits hard Brenda, and it works overtime…I’m at http://soulsmusic.worpress.com
Elizabeth
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