It is nearly dawn

We will greet the sun in a quarter hour

I have been watching as the sky has brightened

From that dull gray that glows above the city lights

And now here come the crows

From their nighttime roosts they rise in hundreds

I saw an artist’s concept once of pterosaurs in an ancient sky

From afar, these crows look much the same

Black as black can be, these crows

Large birds with large wings and stocky body

Where are they going, the flock wheels to a new direction

They will settle soon enough, clutter up the ground