Jingle Books Poems: Winter Crows
By Richard H. Fay A murder wings o’er skeletal trees, pinions beating hard ‘gainst bitter winds. Raucous mobs roost along barren boughs stripped of all but a few frost-crisped leaves. The gathered horde sings a rowdy song to disturb this season’s morbid hush. Then the scoundrels raise a harsher din and rise into a threatening…
