A POEM A DAY - CROWS CIRCLE

I have never seen so many crows as today in Country Meath. Flocks filled the sky from the swaying tops of trees lining the roadside and fields, their flapping wings cracking the air. In the busy visitor areas around Newgrange, Knowth and the Hill of Tara they have obviously become used to people, strutting around the long, wet grass, stopping to stare at those willing to look back into the coal black eyes. 




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