Gliding to a stop
With a flutter and a hop,
Aglitter in the light,
Black and yet so bright.
Dancing as they feed
Where a farmer sowing seed
Has turned the earth about
Now inside faces out.
Then the tractors circling sound
All arise and wheel around
To settle back behind
There's fresh turned worms to find.
Gliding in to stop
With a flutter and a hop.
like the photo. love the poem. I grew up on a farm in scotland and there were lots of crows.
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