Bearer of foreboding, carrier of souls over the land of the dead. Dark emissary for some unknown force. Why do you sit on my window sill ?Your wings shimmer like dark gems in the pail Grey light of day. The wind howls and you caw, sending a chill down my spine. Gathering in a tree just beyond my reach, your brethren become a ****** of Crows. Oh how you intrigue and frighten me, oh daunting messenger. Bring not fowl news to my door step, fly away to another persons refuge and be their bearer of bad tidings.