Black wings

Black Wings

As their eys bore through your back,

you wonder why they have that knack,

when you turn around they take flight,

Into the deep, dark night,

untill the're out of sight.

As you sit down and begin to slack,

you see a pair of wing the shade of  black,

sometimes you just seem to know,

you're being watched,

by a murder of crows

The End

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