A dusk of fading light.
A flutter and flurry of wings.
A chorus of crows calling.
A hundred black shiny things.

Arranged in a circle.
Arranged in a ring.
Arranged around a solitary crow.
Arranged to hear him sing.

A dusk of fading light.
A flutter and flurry of wings.
A chorus of crows calling.
A hundred black shiny things.

No longer in a circle.
No longer in a ring.
No longer around a solitary crow.
No longer will he sing.