A murder of crows I see from afar All I can hear Is their screeching and caws They follow behind me Everywhere Like a bad omen Tainting the air Some come close, Others stay distant But always there, No matter where I've grown to seek them Their company quiet I don't know why I was chosen But I accept it The masses of crows Surrounding me, Scare others away, Including family. But I never fret, They're all I need, Just me and the crows. The crows and me.