A collection of Oriental/Eastern Poetry |
| Crows The black crows watch from up on high. Each shiny eye focused on chance. A misplaced crumb will break their trance in skyward dance to claim their prize. With cackling caws dark'ning the skies, they will apprise their feathered mate. They then return to once more wait the hand of fate to lead them on. An entry for July 1-14 Round, "Invalid Item" Form: Pathya Vat |