What do crows do as they fly?
Forcing dark to cloud my sky?
God’s above with master plan
Where do crows fit in this span,
Their cackling caw far too loud,
As they gather in a crowd?
Noise like the echo of the din
That this world now wallows in,
Angry sounds that fill the air
Warning soon to be aware.
I wonder if there’s some thought
I should learn or can be taught
Of a future that will be
Darkened with their prophecy?
Claire V. Bogdanos 