Wordle
Wordle: Rain, crows, scarce, strength, last, wove, eroded, rooted,
last, vegetation, one, cells, revisited.
Feasting Crows
Crows mingle where the vegetation’s scarce.
They group above eroded garbage dump.
The stench of blackened roots; the land is fierce.
What god has given them such place to romp ?
The rain revisits now eroded squash
and fermentation stinks to heaven, high!
Excitement in the black and flashing wash
of wing and orange beak; then stymied cry!
Oh, death’s a celebration they conceive
as cells are woven; broken down to one.
They gather strength and grovel to relieve
their earth’s corrosive treasure in the sun.
They fly above their desolate desire;
above the filthy fumes; the smoking pyre.
A sonnet with crows. The final couplet is a perfect ending to the trash feast. I really like
“as cells are woven; broken down to one.” Nicely done!
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Thanks, Brenda! Enjoy reading your blog.
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