They Have Returned

. They have returned I thought they had left I thought they'd gone for good and taken their darkness with them. But that murder of crows more now than ever before are gathering and landing in the vase-shaped tree across the street where once upon a time a long time ago the lonely figure of a girl waited the return of her love and perching there on almost every branch of that vase-shaped tree they ruffle their inky black feathers and hunch their shoulders and stare and glare into my picture window hour after hour they glare and they stare with their malicious black eyes and bob their heads once then twice before they rise rise a dark and unhealthy cloud in the sky and come swooping and diving across the street and circle my big fir tree once twice thrice before sending a squadron winging dark ominous shadows across the lawn to threaten my porch and its empty winter chairs and my peace and my quiet life here and around and around they swirl like an evil wind and doing their fly-bys they stare and glare into my windows with their black malevolent eyes they spy on me and they spin on the tips of their wings and fly by again cawing and threatening and mocking before they leisurely return to the vase-shaped tree and landing each and every one of them on each and every one of its branches they stare at my home and at me behind the window the large and so breakable window with their eyes beady and dark and hours pass and they are still there ruffling their inky black feathers and hunching their shoulders and staring and glaring into my picture window hour after hour they perch there in that tree where once upon a time the lonely figure of a girl waited the return of her love and they mock and they glare and they stare with their malicious black eyes and bob their heads once then twice . . ~~~~~~~~~~~~© susan williams February 8,2020