Birds on a wire, the murderous crows
commonly known as an omen of doom
silently staring and perching in rows

What might they be pondering, I cannot suppose,
their black, piercing eyes bore into my room
Birds on a wire, the murderous crows

Outside my window the flock slowly grows
unsettled, I watch them gather and loom
silently, staring and perching in rows.

The flapping of wings sings songs of sorrows
here with a message for me, I assume.
Birds on a wire, the murderous crows

My fear has ebbed of these wondrous fellows;
you see, we're not unalike I presume--
silently staring and perching in rows.

Pencil tapping, I stare out the window
perched on my chair as I sit in the gloom
Birds on a wire, the murderous crows,
silently staring and perching in rows.