As I rounded the corner at the very top of the hill

There they were - all standing in a line quite still

An array of large black birds - a simple flock of crows

Where they had come from, I'm sure nobody really knows



Or the reason they had all settled down upon the drive

I'm sure it had nothing whatsoever to do with you or I

But there they were - all standing perched at attention

Looking like a line of tellers at a bank I'll not mention



And then one by one, they made themselves quite busy 

Watching their bodies spin made me feel a bit dizzy

For all at once, in unison they now leapt up high

Ready to jet out from their branches - to the sky ....



- Tristram