Sculpture and Photo by KAMoore
Murder
Glaring, Hopping, Flying, Squawking
The Ravens caw always talking
To me it spoke of dead men walking
Obsidian eyes fire down inside
Skulls and bones tossed aside
Seeds of death sewn and strewn
A Murder gathers screeching doom
The world spins round
Ravens croon
Kevin
Sculpture and photos by KAMoore
That is one SWEET sculpture! The poem suits it well… Very talented in both regards!
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Thank you very much!!
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