Sweet smell of sun-
kissed skin,
yet crows still strut around
cawing about sin.
The beautiful birds know all,
see all, feel all,
and when the caws sound doubtful
that is the time to tremble in fear.
Sweet smell of sun-
kissed skin,
yet crows still strut around
cawing about sin.
The beautiful birds know all,
see all, feel all,
and when the caws sound doubtful
that is the time to tremble in fear.
The Opportunistic Poet 