I was getting used to jogging with weights and I saw a flock of crows in the sky and dozens of them purched on one tree in front of me. They cawed at me fiercely as if they didn’t want me to pass.
A black cloud in the sky mourning fro souls
Lost by murder and murder is the name
Perched in a scary tree waiting for me
All of them black as the grim reapers cloak
With sharp beaks but the sickles are jet black
It was a sunny day at winters end
Running with the victory in my hands
But I guess the devil didn’t like it
As midnight shadows fly over head one by one
Gathering in a tree in front of me
Oddly every leaf had fallen from it
And there were no other birds in sight
Just me and crows
Angry at me as they stand back in fear
Unable to stop one man
From invading their dark territory
As they taunt in vain
Caw caw piercing my cool atmosphere
Almost like a siren in my ears
Even though I took the victory home
A crow still flies over head now and then
As if they want the caw to piece my mind
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