This poem is about a lonely old crow sits in a swaying old tree mourning the loss of his friend the previous day.
Black feathered soldier sways upon the old lightening tree, but this creature is near shadow of his departed comrade who died, under the setting sun alone.
Bright shiny plumes are now dulled feathered quills brittle like the branches of the tree that Zeus struck from above, a shrill of grief, an emotion we do not think the birds know echoes across the fields.
A carrion in flight, a comrade fallen in the daily battle of nature, sway on old crow sway on, sway on the dead tree for we do not expect you to know the passing of life as we do. Or do they ?.
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Author: Mason Cult Poet
Mason Cult Poet was born in Westmorland in the Lake District in a farming engineering community. On one side of the family many portions of nobility mainly the Stuarts. Mason Cult did as the herd does and went through the education process. attended drama school and ran small businesses. The stigma of mental health issues blighted him as it does with all creative people, was diagnosed in 2011 with a form of Asperger’s Syndrome which can impair executive function however it has given him a higher sense to see what others do not and from this ability he concludes the world is controlled by esoteric forces and that other interventions operate steering the world we know ro a new beginning..
What we witness we are forced to challenge and the work of Mason Cult assists this
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