By wing they gather in summer full trees
flutters flash black in the shadowy copse
Cacophonous caws call out through the breeze
The congregation packs dark wooded slopes
They all shriek about human invasion
settle on branches, and reinforce hopes
for a world of unpracticed evasion.
A strengthened resolve grows in alder limbs
as dark oaths avow future occasion.
In the gloamings of summer, tall trees brim
with scheming crows singing murdering hymns.
This is my first piece for POW, and my first Terza Rima Sonnet. Thank you Rallentanda for the challenging prompt. We considered summer twilight in a terza rima sonnet, with music from youtube.
My inspiration: In summer at dusk, birds gather. Ornithologists are uncertain why they flock together, but they do. Murder of Crows is my attempt to explain why they congregate at days' end.
During the summer, I listen to a great deal of bluegrass and folk music. Last year I stumbled across No Crows on iTunes. All four members are classically trained musicians. They met in a pub in Ireland. The piece I selected is one of very few offered on You Tube.
Note: A sonnet should have 14 lines. This piece has only 11. I may go back and rework it, but I may not. Otherwise it does follow the structure of the terza rima.