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The locust
seemed to gather crows,
As if lured
by an avian herder;
Welcoming
others to form a flock,
It was a
blatant, attempted murder.
Some
screamed to be heard for miles,
While others
clucked under their breath.
A few
preened each wing feather,
Then cancelled
the Battle of Death.
They called
truce with trespassing eagles,
Ignored starlings
in a neighboring tree…
Was it all
bluff or just crow bravado
Before
deciding to leave us be?
