A Murder of Crows

A murder of crows

Black birds in a cream colored sky
Black birds hovering over bare branches
Bare branches slanting upward
In a scream, in a spear-filled sky,

Black birds bear the omens
Black crows tell the tale
That should never be told
That should forever be conceales

And the crows are mindless
Of the terror they bring
Or the sounding they make
That makes all courage die.