Crows, Ravens and Magpies

I went by a cemetery the other day.

It was a crisp, cloudy fall day with vibrant,

but subdued colors everywhere.

The cemetery was full of crows, ravens and magpies.

They were jumping on, and frolicking all around the headstones.

I thought for a moment about all the crows, ravens and magpies

I have seen dancing on the bloated carcass of dead animals.

I had an eerie, uncomfortable feeling come about me.

When I die, I think I'll be cremated and scattered to the winds.

I don't want crows, ravens and magpies dancing on my head. - dba