Crows
A murder of crows are gathered.
Trapped. In seperate cages as not to compare tales.
They’re gifted stories with unique plot twists built in.
Each grow to their own conclusions.
Positive responses are rewarded with dried fruit
and shiny treasures.
If ever united and free from the gilded cages
made specifically for them,
let’s hope they don’t confer and realize the fables
weaved into their reality by a storyteller,
who either way, ends up alone,
their identity unknown,
for its measured by crows.
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A very intriguing poem. I love that it evokes fear and control at first but ultimately feels so empowered and freeing. Nicely written!
Thank you!!
Yas! You know the gif of Kermit washing his hands in excitement?
That was me, reading every line.
Is this poem heartbreaking? Is it a commentary on control?
Sure. But oh, the psychology and the perfect details!!
This also makes me think the crows were told they were witness to a murder, rather than a murder.
So good.
Great theme!
Thank you so much Tabitha!