Murder

MURDER (E A D F# A D)

 

I buried a dead bird in the sand. I dug a hole with a stick and filled it in with my hands.

It fell with a soft thud that rang out through the beach. And then the rain fell so I ran for cover in the trees.

 

Underneath a gum tree I stared at my feet. And up above my head on a branch a black crow started to speak.

He said: Where did our friend go? I thought I saw him with you. He’s been missing for a few days. What did you do?

 

I kept staring at my feet and the rain kept falling. When I finally looked up the crow was gone.

Then the sky turned blue. I started walking home. And flying in the distance I saw of family of crows.