A Single Crow Poem by Matt Greenblatt

That day the summer sun
Was masked behind the clouds
Blown in by autumn's birthing wind
I saw a solitary crow
Guarding a lonely patch of ground
Miles from the murder's call
You paid me no attention
Neither cawed nor cast an eye
But rested there, still as a shadow
As the silent tension rose
Oh wayward crow
That crossed my path
Why did your instinct bring you?
Such blackness doesn't travel
On haphazard wings of chance
Perhaps you were a warning