The Gathering

the Crows

The Gathering

(Quatrains with refrains)
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I hear a noisy gathering….

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Gathering on a twisted tree

On leafless limbs they’re lifted high.

Murder of crows, a mystery,

Agitated stress in their cry.

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… this gathering of birds…

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A cacophony heard for miles,

With evening shadows drawing nye,

Sending eerie sound that riles

The ears of many passersby.

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… this gathering of birds…

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There, perched with claw, they caw and caw.

Attracting brothers to the group.

What drives this attention they draw?

In black circles, down they swoop.

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… this gathering of birds…

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How sinister they look up there!

Surly black bodies sitting still,

Omens of evil in the air.

Will dark powers exert their will?

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… this gathering of birds…

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These things I wonder when I see

A flock of blackbirds in a tree.

My mind keeps screaming out these words –

the birds, the Birds, The Birds, THE BIRDS.

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… this gathering of birds.

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Author Notes

After Alfred Hitchcock released the movie – The Birds, I can never look at a gathered flock of birds without a chill running down my spine. A murder (flock) of crows is very eerie to me.


This poem is just a set of abab rhymed quatrains with closing aabb rhymed quatrain in 8 syllable count and refrains set in between as a simple device to add a bit of drama.


This picture was taken by the author himself, along the Mississippi river banks in January 2012.

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