Crows, Ravens and Magpies
I went by a cemetery the other day.
It was a crisp, cloudy fall day with vibrant,
but subdued colors everywhere.
The cemetery was full of crows, ravens and magpies.
They were jumping on, and frolicking all around the headstones.
I thought for a moment about all the crows, ravens and magpies
I have seen dancing on the bloated carcass of dead animals.
I had an eerie, uncomfortable feeling come about me.
When I die, I think I'll be cremated and scattered to the winds.
I don't want crows, ravens and magpies dancing on my head. - dba