First I just want to say, I really did see on three different days, three dead blackbirds. The first was kind of peacefully melancholy, the second kind of sad, the third, depressing. It was weird. So . . .
Three Dead Crows
The first day, the rain came down and wept great tears over one
fallen, alone
The second day came and with it cool winds
over two were blown
And on the earth the second lay
under the blue sky,
and the first not far away
on the corner lies
The third day, the last lay stiff with no wind or tear
in dirt and decay.
The fourth day, I also shall disappear
and nothing say.
Ah! You my friends had a song to sing!
And who ever flew the way you flew!
But down to the earth is bound the wing
That once through heavens flew
Down to the earth, you who three
once through blue sky and grey sky
and in bold despite of gravity
soared. But now cold death
has reminded me
how slight is the breath of humanity.
The first day came with a weeping sky
and tears rolled off your back
The second day came with bitter winds
that ruffled the dull and black
The third day came with only decay
and in filth you laid and in dearth
The fourth day I shall fade away
and never walk this earth.
