NaPoWriMo 2017, Day 20 -- a Poem, Crows

Fourteen Crows

 

Fourteen crows came knocking at my door

The leader said to me, come outside

That was a mistake for me to go

But I went.

 

Again the leader asked me to bow

Bow to him as he was new in charge

I told him, Phewie, then turned and left

Not so fast.

 

Those fourteen crows quickly blocked my path

You can't go, we are taking your house

A place for the new world headquarters

I'll break your line.

 

Their line was tough as a steel cable

Speedy breakthrough was of no avail

Called my daughter, bring my gun, loaded

They cut my line.

 

Cutting the line did nothing for them

It was my cell phone that I had used

The call went through, my gun was coming

Birds understood not.

 

Their threat had weakened just a little

And things were looking a bit brighter

She arrived, handed me the weapon

Crows approached, mean look.

 

I had that shotgun on my shoulder

Took aim and fired the first round of shots

Three fell dead, I was getting ahead

Then I awoke.

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 - Photo and Poem Copyright © 2017 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved

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 - I'm linked with Fireblossom at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Corvid and sit a while,  http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2017/04/fireblossom-friday-corvid-and-sit-while.html

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 - also to Day Twenty of NaPoWriMo, http://www.napowrimo.net/day-twenty-4/
  

 - The instructions: "So, write about crows, or from the point of view of a crow, or use them as metaphors. Just write about crows!"

 

 - Note:  The birds in my picture may not have been crows.  If not, they are related vultures.