One crow, on the wire that stretched across the sky.
One sky, too blue, too bright for the events of the day.
One day, too much to handle for one feeble mind.
One mind, that shut itself away.
Rachel
crow the crow black bird big bird the birds evil birds farmers eyes pecked out lighthouse disneyland vacation pidgeons space mountain.
Kyle Rider
I hadn’t seen it before, and yet it reminded me of so much.
The harsh black was out of place on the Easter-green lawn but I could think of places just right for the animal.
I remembered grey and wet sidewalks and dripping red phonebooths. I recalled smoggy air and low-laying clouds and people walking in the rain, their raincoats and umbrellas held close to their huddled bodies. I remembered seeing looming cream-colored castles that both interested and scared me. And then, most vividly, I remembered the soot-black crows cawing on the ground, weaving in between wrought-iron bars and gates.
I smiled to myself as I drove past the crow on the suburban lawn and told myself a story of how the London bird had come to peck at worms in Cleveland.
Julia
The insides of my heart are as black as a crow
It’s as black as dirty snow
I see them sometimes in my dreams
I hope it’s not what it seems
Because you know what they say
To see a crow means deaths not far away
maclasch
in her classroom observers were stitched into the paper trees like paper crows with feathers glued on as distraction. she hated the persistence of evaluation but understood it’s necessary cause. she briefly wondered if all birds fly south for winter. impossible, she quickly thought not the crows, they stick around for the stalking.
beccaLoo
All she does is crow. That is why I hate her. She talks and talks and never says anything of any substance. I do not care what you think of people who like to stare at clouds but never see bunnies in those clouds. Why would anyone care about what anyone else thought about that? See? She gets you thinking of such stupid shit!
Dovi
Don’t crow your success, then others won’t crow your failures……and make you eat crow
unconquered mind
Caw, Caw, the bird goes, a greeting to all whom pass it. The bird sits a moment more, then takes to the sky, a black jewel aginst blue. Sweeping across the landscape, the bird settles in a small barn loft, where there’s a perfect view of the fields of succulent corn beyond.
matt
Black.
Outside.
My.
Window.
It.
Screams.
At.
Me.
Today.
Is.
Going.
To.
Kill.
Me.
I.
Just.
Know.
It.
Fucking.
Crows.
Ruin.
Everything.
Ananda
Peacefully flying, sunbathing on a rooftop, enjoying the say taunting the barn cats. Then suddenly, one of the cats made him dinner.
d
crow black hair and crow black eyes. weathered lips and hands, and a pursed lip. she liked to ruffle feathers. she liked to cry real loud.
sea
I’ll be eating crow again tonight. Why do I seem to put my foot in my mouth on a nightly bassi. Oh, to be able to work this out and to thrive; not just survive.
Tim
I looked at that black thing on the tree. It looked back at me with it’s black eyes. I wondered if anything could be that black. It screeched. It was annoying. It screeched again. I wanted to shoot it dead. Then it flew above, and pooped on my head. I hate crows.
alekhya
The crow sat silently upon the wire of the telephone posts. It cocked its head to one side, a noise in the distance. The familiar sounds of the city streets, yet everyday is something new. Crows represent the mysterious, yet the world around them is a mystery to them as well. He spread his wings and took flight.
SJade
It is a noun or a verb.
I prefer ravens and magpies.
OOOOO?
carrion crows bite rip tear kill
you are dust in the wind
OOOOO?
In the snow, the prints were leading to the grange. I raised my head from the trail and saw hanging on the door by enormous nails in his wings, the body of a crow.
Bedelian
Crow, Peter Pan, crow. Stay young forever in Never never land!! Blow your own horn and ring your own bell. Tell the world how wonderful you are, because you are. It is OK to crow and to be proud.
Coreena
crowing with laughter after one too many. I’m certainly never going to be able to drink diserrano and coke again. it was especially awkward as i knew NO ONE.
emma
she opened the window and there it was. A black-winged crow perched on the sill. Funny, she thought, why doesn’t it scare and fly away? But there it sat, with a strange, peaceful look in
Skroewie
I see him watch watch watching me, lifeless black marbles mirror my own. A gun shot goes off and a crow flies away and i fall to the floor.
Snowball
the crow sat perched on the dried out carcass of the old oak tree. it had seen what had happened
dan
The crow sits on the rail of the back porch and caws. They are not pretty birds but they crow that they are. I should make a scare crow and see if it really scares the crows. I don’t like listening to crows crow.
Nancy*
The crow in the night, the crow in the night. Her calling is sweet and desperate, uncannily derived from my childhood past life. She screams for companionship, i know she does.
Emma
Sitting on a withered arm, blackened by fire and old as time, the death-symbol, the chaos-bird, Phoenix’s counterpart.
Sabazius
The crow perched atop the tree was silent, uncharacteristically. It was a huge bird, he saw, craning his neck to see. Supposedly it only came round when a death was imminent, but there was no one around but him and he felt fine, so the crow’s presence was unexplained.
Jane
What are the pros and cons of moving to India, versus staying in the U.S. (or some other country)? This question was debated so many times by my friends and I (when I was deciding to move). It still continues to be debated now by my friends who are themselves thinking about moving.
Santosh
ooh, the black crows that just sit around and squawk and squawk. they follow me around, they look at me and i can feel them and its confusing, though i have always loved the gleam of their feathers and i’ve always imagined their eyes are red.
is crow an action? it should be an action.
tess fahlgren
the crow flies, the black crow dies. What keeps the crows apart? What makes the crows start? The crow is a symbol of death, a symbol of flight. An utter contrast to existence and life. Beautiful, yet eerie. Mysterious and evil.
Daniel Cedergren
is a black bird, often associated with death as it is known in groups as a murder
g
The crow stood on the wooden fence post, cawing and raising a ruckus. I was hot and tired from digging and wasn’t in the mood to be bothered. I picked up a clod of dirt and threw. My aim was better than intended. But the crow’s reflexes were good to. It jumped up flapping it’s wings, before landing and cawing again.
Doug McIntire
black
rosie
The knowledge of when to “eat crow”, and the ability to do so from time to time is important to your credibility both as a person and a professional.
Michael Corder
i see crows every day on the roof top , aometimes on trees. Actually first , i tried finding some flesh nearby which may be attracting the crows,;but den i realized , they may be finding it as their homes and not a mere source of food.hah! man is just lyk dat.Always luks 4 things , materialistic
ayushi
It was the darkest crow. As dark as a washed blackboard. black black crow flying over my head like a tyrant. I am going to get you, silly bird.
polly
We were walking home from school, Daphne still eating the cookie I had given her at lunch.
“I guess he didn’t mean it,” she said. “He was just…” a crow’s call interrupted her. The crow was staring at her, as if to say “He did mean it. Mark wanted to hurt you.” We both shuddered.
a crow is the lamest bird of all. it hangs out with scarcrows and other crows. if i ever get a chance to shoot one or more of these crows i will not hesitate. crows are stupid. and not fun or cool at all and all black with small brains. the end
bennett Dragos
A crow left of the murder. That’s all folks
xanithxculsha48
I saw a crow sitting high up in a tree. He swooped down right in front of me onto the ground, and then just looked at me.
Mary Lou Wynegar
and I crow with the dawn
drunk
screaming
excited
stumbling with you
my loves here beside me
to catch me when i swirl into that
Inspirational Intoxication
that I fall to so often
and when i die
you’ll die too
and the crows will eat our hearts
but we were young
and in love once, darlings.
One crow, on the wire that stretched across the sky.
One sky, too blue, too bright for the events of the day.
One day, too much to handle for one feeble mind.
One mind, that shut itself away.
crow the crow black bird big bird the birds evil birds farmers eyes pecked out lighthouse disneyland vacation pidgeons space mountain.
I hadn’t seen it before, and yet it reminded me of so much.
The harsh black was out of place on the Easter-green lawn but I could think of places just right for the animal.
I remembered grey and wet sidewalks and dripping red phonebooths. I recalled smoggy air and low-laying clouds and people walking in the rain, their raincoats and umbrellas held close to their huddled bodies. I remembered seeing looming cream-colored castles that both interested and scared me. And then, most vividly, I remembered the soot-black crows cawing on the ground, weaving in between wrought-iron bars and gates.
I smiled to myself as I drove past the crow on the suburban lawn and told myself a story of how the London bird had come to peck at worms in Cleveland.
The insides of my heart are as black as a crow
It’s as black as dirty snow
I see them sometimes in my dreams
I hope it’s not what it seems
Because you know what they say
To see a crow means deaths not far away
in her classroom observers were stitched into the paper trees like paper crows with feathers glued on as distraction. she hated the persistence of evaluation but understood it’s necessary cause. she briefly wondered if all birds fly south for winter. impossible, she quickly thought not the crows, they stick around for the stalking.
All she does is crow. That is why I hate her. She talks and talks and never says anything of any substance. I do not care what you think of people who like to stare at clouds but never see bunnies in those clouds. Why would anyone care about what anyone else thought about that? See? She gets you thinking of such stupid shit!
Don’t crow your success, then others won’t crow your failures……and make you eat crow
Caw, Caw, the bird goes, a greeting to all whom pass it. The bird sits a moment more, then takes to the sky, a black jewel aginst blue. Sweeping across the landscape, the bird settles in a small barn loft, where there’s a perfect view of the fields of succulent corn beyond.
Black.
Outside.
My.
Window.
It.
Screams.
At.
Me.
Today.
Is.
Going.
To.
Kill.
Me.
I.
Just.
Know.
It.
Fucking.
Crows.
Ruin.
Everything.
Peacefully flying, sunbathing on a rooftop, enjoying the say taunting the barn cats. Then suddenly, one of the cats made him dinner.
crow black hair and crow black eyes. weathered lips and hands, and a pursed lip. she liked to ruffle feathers. she liked to cry real loud.
I’ll be eating crow again tonight. Why do I seem to put my foot in my mouth on a nightly bassi. Oh, to be able to work this out and to thrive; not just survive.
I looked at that black thing on the tree. It looked back at me with it’s black eyes. I wondered if anything could be that black. It screeched. It was annoying. It screeched again. I wanted to shoot it dead. Then it flew above, and pooped on my head. I hate crows.
The crow sat silently upon the wire of the telephone posts. It cocked its head to one side, a noise in the distance. The familiar sounds of the city streets, yet everyday is something new. Crows represent the mysterious, yet the world around them is a mystery to them as well. He spread his wings and took flight.
It is a noun or a verb.
I prefer ravens and magpies.
carrion crows bite rip tear kill
you are dust in the wind
In the snow, the prints were leading to the grange. I raised my head from the trail and saw hanging on the door by enormous nails in his wings, the body of a crow.
Crow, Peter Pan, crow. Stay young forever in Never never land!! Blow your own horn and ring your own bell. Tell the world how wonderful you are, because you are. It is OK to crow and to be proud.
crowing with laughter after one too many. I’m certainly never going to be able to drink diserrano and coke again. it was especially awkward as i knew NO ONE.
she opened the window and there it was. A black-winged crow perched on the sill. Funny, she thought, why doesn’t it scare and fly away? But there it sat, with a strange, peaceful look in
I see him watch watch watching me, lifeless black marbles mirror my own. A gun shot goes off and a crow flies away and i fall to the floor.
the crow sat perched on the dried out carcass of the old oak tree. it had seen what had happened
The crow sits on the rail of the back porch and caws. They are not pretty birds but they crow that they are. I should make a scare crow and see if it really scares the crows. I don’t like listening to crows crow.
The crow in the night, the crow in the night. Her calling is sweet and desperate, uncannily derived from my childhood past life. She screams for companionship, i know she does.
Sitting on a withered arm, blackened by fire and old as time, the death-symbol, the chaos-bird, Phoenix’s counterpart.
The crow perched atop the tree was silent, uncharacteristically. It was a huge bird, he saw, craning his neck to see. Supposedly it only came round when a death was imminent, but there was no one around but him and he felt fine, so the crow’s presence was unexplained.
What are the pros and cons of moving to India, versus staying in the U.S. (or some other country)? This question was debated so many times by my friends and I (when I was deciding to move). It still continues to be debated now by my friends who are themselves thinking about moving.
ooh, the black crows that just sit around and squawk and squawk. they follow me around, they look at me and i can feel them and its confusing, though i have always loved the gleam of their feathers and i’ve always imagined their eyes are red.
is crow an action? it should be an action.
the crow flies, the black crow dies. What keeps the crows apart? What makes the crows start? The crow is a symbol of death, a symbol of flight. An utter contrast to existence and life. Beautiful, yet eerie. Mysterious and evil.
is a black bird, often associated with death as it is known in groups as a murder
The crow stood on the wooden fence post, cawing and raising a ruckus. I was hot and tired from digging and wasn’t in the mood to be bothered. I picked up a clod of dirt and threw. My aim was better than intended. But the crow’s reflexes were good to. It jumped up flapping it’s wings, before landing and cawing again.
black
The knowledge of when to “eat crow”, and the ability to do so from time to time is important to your credibility both as a person and a professional.
i see crows every day on the roof top , aometimes on trees. Actually first , i tried finding some flesh nearby which may be attracting the crows,;but den i realized , they may be finding it as their homes and not a mere source of food.hah! man is just lyk dat.Always luks 4 things , materialistic
It was the darkest crow. As dark as a washed blackboard. black black crow flying over my head like a tyrant. I am going to get you, silly bird.
We were walking home from school, Daphne still eating the cookie I had given her at lunch.
“I guess he didn’t mean it,” she said. “He was just…” a crow’s call interrupted her. The crow was staring at her, as if to say “He did mean it. Mark wanted to hurt you.” We both shuddered.
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a crow is the lamest bird of all. it hangs out with scarcrows and other crows. if i ever get a chance to shoot one or more of these crows i will not hesitate. crows are stupid. and not fun or cool at all and all black with small brains. the end
A crow left of the murder. That’s all folks
I saw a crow sitting high up in a tree. He swooped down right in front of me onto the ground, and then just looked at me.
and I crow with the dawn
drunk
screaming
excited
stumbling with you
my loves here beside me
to catch me when i swirl into that
Inspirational Intoxication
that I fall to so often
and when i die
you’ll die too
and the crows will eat our hearts
but we were young
and in love once, darlings.