A Murder

There is a murder in my garden tree First, it was one then two and three Each day there was more, i could see They are black as pitch black can be Screams caw from them throughout the day Keep your shiny jewels safely locked away For shiny things, they thieve away Darkness descends when on mass they play Watch your words for they mimic what you say If to your garden tree, a murder comes one day Leave them alone if they seem to want to stay For a murder of crows is good luck i have heard it say

reefaman

I have a mental health illness and I was a inpatient in a private secure mental health hospital not because i was a danger to the public but because i myself was the only person who was in danger from me was myself and that will reflect in my poetry...

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