a murder of crows
suddenly blacken the desert sky
echoing squaks
omniscent warnings
what do they imply?

is something coming?
I watch the birds fly by.

A congress of ravens
now flock above me
watchful black eyes
the ravens are wise
What is it they see?

Something is coming...
I watch the birds fly by.

A wake of vultures
approach and cirlcle overhead
the message is clear
this time it's not a sign
I am already dead

Nothing is coming.
I cannot watch the birds fly by.