The Same Tree

by Dalton Day

All the crows flocked to the same tree. The branches sagged with their weight. They plucked out their feathers. See, every crow was really a boy. When all the feathers were plucked there would be a tree full of boys. A murder of boys. You were distracted, watching them by the window when I asked you, Did you see the meteor shower last night? But your heart was already broken. You were already on the floor, cutting your fingers as you tried to fix it. You were already in the yard, throwing bread for the boys flying around, who were just looking for something dead to eat.


Dalton reads "The Same Tree"


Dalton Day is a trembling dog person, Pushcart nominee, & MFA candidate in The New Writer's Project. He is the author of the chapbooks Fake Knife & TANDEM, & his poems have been featured in PANK, Hobart, & Everyday Genius, among others. He helps edit FreezeRay Poetry, Souvenir Lit & can be found at &