four black crows
a corsair of feathers
sink great beaks
into the half coconut shell
swinging from a bendy
tender branch
sounds of breaking
split the air
four black crows
dancing on the chimney pots
waiting for ever
while flakes of coconut
saturate
the hungry soil
and one black feather
waits to be remembered
Penny Hemans
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/four-black-crows/
