Only the Crows Know

crows crowd the oak
some alight, others take flight
circling the branches
vying for space

strangely quiet
no cawing squawking
the scene on the ground
is somber with sobs

black is worn
like the crows that day
one has passed on
to the next unknown

mystery surrounds
this journey we take
a window opens
and out we slip

only the crows know
the secret world ahead
they chuckle to themselves
of what we dread

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  1. I like this poem, Gayle. Yes, I do believe that the crows, indeed, do know. There is an air of mystery about it that I like.

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  2. How interesting to attribute special knowledge to the crows! Well done!

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  3. Read this once….then a second time aloud. I loved the sounds and the internal rhyming.Crows can be so ominous….

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    • I never knew too much about crows being ominous and the folklore surrounding them until others started mentioning it. I just thought they were really intelligent birds. Thanks for reading twice, Lillian!

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  4. love your rendition of death “a window opens
    and out we slip”

    crows maybe the symbols and we do need reminders as we go blindly through life – maybe that is why I love them

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    • I love them too. Since others started mentioning their symbolism, I looked it up and found all kinds of interesting stories about crows especially connected to death which I didn’t even know about. I’m not superstitious though either.

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  5. Gayle,This is marvelous. Thanks for sharing!B

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  6. I like the description of those chuckling crows at the end.

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  7. The crow funeral ceremony is stuff of legends. It is said hundreds gather with great cacophony at the site of a fallen one, fall absolutely silent for a time, then one caw and they all fly away in unison. It must be something to see. I love your poem!

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  8. Usually crows being the symbol of dread, they brought hope in this poem and I appreciate that. They’re such excellent birds!

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    • I think they’re excellent birds too, Petru. I knew little about their being symbols of such superstition. I am not superstitious! But perhaps they do have some knowledge that we humans don’t…animals can be pretty amazing.

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  9. Sherry Marr

     /  October 19, 2019

    I love the idea of the crows chuckling. They likely know where we’re going is not scary. Loved this, Gayle.

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  10. If they sit with special knowledge we will never know, but maybe it doesn’t matter, the important thing is that it’s so easy to believe.

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  11. Crows are spirit catchers for sure. On the border between. (K)

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  12. I enjoyed the idea of the crows knowing what comes after, and making mirth of it, while we waste time being afraid.

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  13. Thanks very much, Nitin, I’m glad you enjoyed it.

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