Black Ravens by the Motorway
By Kareena G
The ominous ravens and crows
Lurking by the motorway roadside,
Like foraging vultures pecking at
The carcasses of the car casualty carrion.
With a minimal flap of its wings
The jet-black bird flutters down
To perch on the black fence post,
Joining its many funeral-clad fellows.
Within minutes the fence is transformed
Into an ominous living black sea,
Exuding an air of malevolence,
Harbingers of the devil, evil and death.
The black brigade fidget and squawk,
Flapping their wings impatiently,
The legion of carrion crows prepares to attack,
Their menace growing minute by minute.
Everywhere I go, omnipresent black crows.
Are there, staring at me with their gimlet-like-eyes,
Watching me, following me, casting a dark shadow over me,
Garbed in their bible belt black.