Excellent What would happen if I ate a crow bird alive?... hmm Crow eater by Mike McCluskey1 Share A Story In A Poem contest entry

I'm lurking in the cemetery, waiting, Watching crow birds, debating, My stomach contemplating, I'm patiently anticipating, I trailed seeds leading to me, baiting, Some are eating and participating, I'm waiting to snatch one while the sun is waning, I'm clad like a scarecrow in the shadows, wading.      I ate a crow,       Now I can soar,    Up in the air flow,       Like never before.   I grabbed an unaware, fat, black bird in its flaw, It had no time to withdraw, I ate the crow raw, Bit, ripped and chewed through like a bone saw, And I can't believe what I saw, I saw like a crow and I started to caw, Lost my teeth and grew a beak through my jaw, My fingernail popped off and out grew a claw.      I ate a crow,       Now I can soar,    Up in the air flow,       Like never before.   I'm watching black feathers on my body plume out, Through my arms black wings grew out, Anew, a black sheen throughout, I lept into the air flapping and flew out, Observing my new world on a new route, Soaring with no due doubt, An exhilarating exhale blew out, The conquering caw, tried and true shout.      I ate a crow,       Now I can soar,    Up in the air flow,       Like never before.

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