The Crow's Cry

in the hush of dawn a crow gives a cry a shadow of death a whisper of why his call resounds through the desolate streets perched on a branch where the living he meets his black eyes pierce through the veil of fear for his voice foretells the end is near another soul to the darkness will glide to leave the earth to cross the divide he watches mourners as they gather around their whispers rise their grief profound he sees their tears their anguish and pain but knows their loss feeds death's endless chain with a sweep of wings he takes to the sky his duty done as the living ask why he fades away to the silence he keeps while sorrow lingers and the lonely weep the crow's cold cry may chill to the bone yet it warns us all how fleeting we own this fragile thread of life we hold dear for death awaits each soul drawing near