The Black Crow

I first noticed the black crow sitting on the lower branch of the old oak tree/ In front of my house, ten yards out; it's eyes seemed to follow me/ No matter what I was doing, the bird knew/ Calculated my every move/ Uncharacteristically flapping it's wings, that seemed to let me know it disapproved/ Whether I was raking leaves or washing the car/ Those sharp black eyes would not be far/ I thought it was a dream, or perhaps the clock radio/ I awoke in the night to a tapping, rapping at my bedroom window/ Wiping sleep from my eyes/ I opened the curtain and jumped back with a cry/ It was the black crow pecking on the glass like he wanted in/ And I would have sworn I saw a grin!/ Maybe my eyes were tricked by the luminous moon light/ As I began to raise the window, it flew away into the chilly dark night, out of sight/ Uncertain, I closed the curtain and crawled back into bed/ Deep troubling thoughts filled my head/ The next morning after eating toasted bread/ I found the black crow, dead!/ It was laying next to my car/ So in a plastic bag I carried it/ To the back yard, I buried it/ By the time I was finished I was running late./ I had this eerie feeling as I drove slowly past my iron gate/ Something was amiss, not quite right/ I came to an intersection and stopped at the light/ As I waited for the light to change/ I felt strange/ I saw death in my minds eye/ Then the explosion of a tanker-truck lit up the morning sky/ Shielding my face, I let out a cry!/ And as my windshield shattered, the screams were amplified/ I found myself across the middle console on my backside/ It seems the sounds of twisted metal never died/ I finally managed to sit up, wild-eyed/ I stepped out and away from my car in a daze/ Several vehicles were ablaze/ I wondered how could something like this happen so close to the holidays/ But I felt someone had to die and this was deaths blow/ And then I looked up into the smoke filled sky and saw a black crow!/