Corvus in search of a Murder
"Two priests came round our house tonight
One young, one old, to offer prayers for the dying
To serve the final rite
One to learn, one to teach
Which way the cold wind blows
Fussing and flapping in priestly black
Like a murder of crows"
Thank you www.flickr.com/photos/rushfan2112/ for the poetic lyrics.
texture by: www.flickr.com/photos/borealnz/