on top of the hill
stands an old and stately house
each evening at sunset
two crows would perch together
upon the peak of its' roof
nuzzling one another
preening and softly cawing
for years they were always there
no matter what the weather
nor the season of the year
but two years ago it changed
and now only one crow sits
upon the roof at sunset
alone, hunched and unmoving
silent and forlorn