Snow fell silently throughout the night
I was up at dawn’s first light
One crow came, sat on yonder tree
Looked straight down and cawed at me
Nothing then, as I stared at him
Motionless, Silent, out on that limb
Then from the east, came the four
To join the crow, but no more
Five sat perched, looking ‘round
But no more crows heard their sound
Enraptured, I stood to see
That one crow still looking to me
“What is it? What message?” I implored
He looked silently, but spoke no more
I laughed, and thought, “I sound like Poe”
“Talking to Crows”, I’ve got to go
As I turned to walk away again
Did a thunderous black cloud descend
Into the trees, over the roof
Not my imagination did prove
My murder of Crows, back again
I knew though what their presence meant
Death follows their visit to me at home
Right at that moment, I feared for my own
As soon as I captured the message most sure
They all flew away, far away once more
But this time the message was more than the murder
I looked at my notes to find something further
One bird came to tell of the morrow
His message would bring only anger and sorrow
Then five appeared in this group more or less
Superstition says silver, valuables or sickness
The murder of course would mean only one thing
The bell from the tower of death now would ring
When I was still young, I’d look up to the sky
Ask silly questions and expect no reply
Now all of the knowledge from life I’ve been gleaning
Has given all of the Earth far too much meaning
copyright 2011 Erin LeFey
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