Cries of a Crow

I am dark, dripping ink.

I taste like burnt patches on a pancake.

I am seaweed, wiggling

in the ocean.

I smell like rising smoke.

I sound like the cries of a crow.

I am the never-ending night sky.

by Hamish

Cries of a Crow, by Hamish

Cries of a Crow

I am dark, dripping ink.

I taste like burnt patches on a pancake.

I am seaweed, wiggling

in the ocean.

I smell like rising smoke.

I sound like the cries of a crow.

I am the neverending night sky.

by Hamish W, age 8 and a half