The Voice Issue 29: May/June 2017 - Page 30


Crow’s Nest

A joyful murder of crows loves to flock;

In midsummer they land upon my dock.

As the water laps they love to alight

On my dock at twelve o’clock in moonlight.

A joyful murder of crows likes to flash

Against the sky all at once, a smashed glass.

Cold and dark; a joyful murder of crows.

A joyful murder of crows love to flock:

They squawk and flock and rock the boat at bow,

There I go into the deep green and blue.

A joyful murder of crows leaves no clue.

- Daniel Jaccaci, Crossroads Academy, Lyme, NH

SilverGoose, Fairfield, VT

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