Psycho
Something in his eyes, a glint
more than mischievous,
makes me suspect this crow
has gone bad.
Is that possible--
that one member of the flock
can break loose
from its genetic chains?
And yet his wicked, tactical beak
has been honed with intent
to do harm--to draw blood
and not just pluck carrion...
Some drab, almost gray females
that watch sidelong as he preens,
attracted, obviously,
wisely keep their distance.
from Suite Pneuma
Psycho by Don Thompson | Sandalwood Poetry Reed Diffuser Set
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