Crow Fly-Over NightA Poem by David Lewis PagetBring all the kids on home from school And gather the pets in tight, Send out and warn the village fool For it’s Crow Fly-Over Night. Stable the horse, bring in the geese, Shut up the chicken run, We can’t rely on the local police So load me a scatter gun.
Shut the windows in both the Utes, Drive the car in the shed, Lay out my anti-vermin boots And a helmet to cover my head. Lock the shutters and pull the blinds, We don’t want to show a light, Set the locks on the window-winds For it’s Crow Fly-Over Night.
Then watch for the man in the hood and cape As he drifts in, under the Moon, If I sight him well, then he won’t escape, Not like in the month of June. He brings his carrion in to feed In a flutter of feathered blight, If he’s not dead yet, then he will be soon For it’s Crow Fly-Over Night.
And the widow Raines in her mourning dress Has been seen to stray, she roams, She scatters seed in the wilderness But the Crows will pick her bones. At dusk they come in an evil cloud But with not a single caw, Then settle over the land, and loud Announce the word is ‘war’.
So hide the children beneath their beds And bar each door in place, Block up the chimney flu with lead And call your sister, Grace, If she doesn’t come before the Crows She’ll find the door locked tight, And then she’ll know what the Devil knows, It’s Crow Fly-Over Night!
David Lewis Paget © 2014 David Lewis PagetFeatured Review
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