A ****** of Crows By: Yidhna 10/15/2013 10:29AM A muffled nosing The crow calls at its cradling twilight The crinkling of the raven’s vigorous grin Invites a palpitation even from beneath the ledger Thud, Thud, Thud Nearer and Nearer Storm or thunder Thud, Thud, Thud Nigh or Yonder Fear and Wonder Thud, Thud, Thud Who’s there Answer me mister! Are you a messenger of the night? Are you a angel of divinity’s right? Thud, Thud, Thud, Even louder! “Come hither, come hither” Who calls, in that lustful whisper Only us, The Mistresses of death, You? A flock of crows? No, A ****** A ****** of crows.