Crows

The crows are roosting
In tall leafless trees
The rustle of feathers
Sound like Death's breath
Something disturbs them
The cacaphony begins
Cawing and croaking
The flapping of wings
Off they fly
A black soaring blanket
Wheeling and circling
They land once again
Restless and edgy
An ebony shroud
A-top the skeletal trees

Happy Halloween, Samhain, All Souls Eve.... whatever you want to call it, have a wonderful evening.