Whipping winds froth the clouds,
feathers flutter and fluffed, battling cold,
failed fruitless flight as night falls.

Roosting and brooding,
head held prominently,
as the eyes search,
one on the weather,
the other on danger.

Huddling ******,
tree take over,
muffled caws,
continues uninterrupted.

Waiting to wing,
after the storm passes,
searching out death,
as an easy meal.