Black Crow

Black crow swooping slowly, Casts a dancing shadow on the pavement. It is a mirage- Do not be fooled. A cry echoes off the buildings, Lone stranger sounding as many. Caw. Caw. Caw. It’s mocking you. What can one do, The black phantom on the ground immortal, Beast in the sky enticingly distant, Other than listen? Perhaps it lands, Vulnerable at last, Beady yellows giving warning, Of dangers felt, not seen? ‘What to do?’ whispers the wind, ‘What to do?’ as he fades in the distance. A black feather lingers in answer; Absolutely nothing.