In the dark
The crows assemble
Unhunching shoulders
With glossy shrugs,
Beaks sussing out
Some unwelcome things
Among them.
Half-opening wings,
Not preening
Just quiet fluffing
And subtle shiftings
Of weight;
Almost imperceptible shufflings
In the order of things.
Readying themselves;
Maybe steadying,
For day and light
Then flight.
Copyright 2010 MC Coolidge