BRIGHT AND EARLY
Out of a bad dream’s
Smoldering ruins,
A flight of crows’
Bloodied and dripping wings
Soared high over me
This morning
Like flying scissors
Snipping at threads,
Making my puppet head
Jerk sideways,
My feet jitterbug
On the patch of ice in the yard.
—Charles Simic, from Master of Disguises (Houghton Mifflin, 2010).
Chris Bronsk 
Thank you, Robyn! Glad you like it.
Great image to accompany striking words!