As the Crow Flies

As The Crow Flies Staring past the curtain, At the vigilant crow upon the mast, The creature unaware of a presence, In a moment forever lost. Unflappable in its endeavour, A breather from its hunt, A distorted view of the world, Its cackle alerting its murder..... of its next tenacious stunt! Unperturbed by darkness, Its itinerary meticulous, movement, stealth like, As day gives way to darkness, A sky drifting magenta decline Copyright S Rose