The Crows

I hear the crows are

going mad, the

neighbors’ dogs are

barking

right on cue the

wind picks up and, yup

these crows are crazy.

I walk around the

house and hear

the ruckus just gets

louder, angrier

like a warning call

and then at once

it stops.

If that’s meant

to mean something

a metaphor

nonetheless for

danger lurking

up ahead, you can

trust I’ll be in bed.

-elizabeth gray