A murder of crows against a cloudless sky,
black against the blue
as they light upon the branches,
preparing for the coming sunset
to be followed by the silent nightfall
Just outside my window they sit
surveying the horizon,
wondering what the night will bring
to the perch they now sit upon
The wind is still, but there is a chill
to the air as they begin the wait till morning,
but none to patiently,
as they take to wing again
to find a better vantage point
to view the wonders of the night,
hoping the morning flight will be uneventful
as has been this winter that is passing
Less snow than in many a year,
less cold to bring a bit of cheer
as around the corner of the year we peer
into our uncertain future...
02-05-12
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