I am a ****** of crows,
my numbers blot out the sun,
killing daylight.

I am an unkindness of ravens flying,
casting a shroud of despair over the world,
dimming all hope.

I am a parliament of owls sitting high above,
a council of seers into the dark.
I see everything in the skies.

I am a cast of hawks at the ready
to strike the foreign down;
a war breaking out across the sky.

I am an exaltation of larks running away.
I keep a trail of my song lingering;
my way back home.

I am a flight of doves dirtied and grey,
returning from beyond the horizon.
I will show you the way.