hello,
I had thought of something today when I was at work, and I wanted to write a poem about it, but I just didn't have it in me to write an entire poem.
An Imaginative metaphor for something I saw in my every day life. I live upstate in the Ol' New York state, and I noticed during winter, as I'm sure this is common elsewhere, hundreds, possibly even thousands of crows fly around in large groups, swarms, always heading to the same place. I suppose this what is called a "murder" of crows.
At this point it was about 6:30pm, and I was on break having a smoke before going to the store when a good friend and co-worker came outside and talked to me for a moment. We talked about the crows, and I shared my idea of what I saw.
Please help.
Thanks!
I didn't find the right solution from the Internet.
References:
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