How could they know...

How could they know…

A crimson sky
And a whimpering cry
Crows black as night
Above they fly
A mother young
senses darkening doom
A sudden yet threatening gloom
The crows whisper in flocks
A heart tick tocks
Tick tock, tick tock, tick …….
A flutter of black wings
Of death they do sing
Her tears now flow
How could they know
Her baby inside no more

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