Where are you flying, dark crow?
Might your shiny black form be heading west?
Are you a mother seeking a safe nest?
How I long for your unabashed shrieks!
At dawn, your proud beak carrying melodies through the air
As you dive,
Soar upward to remind us we are still alive!
Your calls at dusk closed my day.
I drew the blinds while your formidable shadow parted ways with the approaching night.
How could self-absorbed Man ever comprehend your plight?
Our sympathetic tears cannot cleanse the rain
To coax you back --
Not while a lethal virus is on the attack.
You will rise again,
Your silhouette marking your return,
Your raven wings slicing the wind.