Crows land on the roof and make
the shingles rattle. Echoes
run down the walls and into
the foundation. If the beams
aren't well-placed, a feather
could tilt the balance. Their coats
are so black, they're almost blue.
They preen in the sun with no need
for combs, pearls, or buttons.
Every day is black tie day.
You would not know, unless
you too were invited.


