Murder

I saw upon my roof one day a large murder of crows,
One came to sit upon my sill and from there, cawed his hellos.
Why he stayed I'll never know but of one thing I can be sure,
When I cut off Benjamin's head, my home held such allure.


Poem I wrote back in 10th grade. Thought it would be fun to finally share it, even if it does suck.

-Good ol' Fun