The Crows, The Crows, Oh the Crows

Never a big birder
Yet arrested by a murder
Of Crows…Rows and rows of Crows

The arrival is brusque
Coalescing at dusk
With shock and awe
They scream and caw

The amassing is harassing
Alerting and disturbing
The cacophony an attack
Bodies jet black

Perched upon a wire
Fear they inspire
Synchronistically paced
Perfectly spaced

Yet the turmoil is temporal
The melee ephemeral
The birds then, as if directed
Flee en masse so unexpected

Away they fly
In the blink of an eye
The upheaval abates
Normality awaits

No longer foes
The Crows the Crows, oh the crows.