‪Just below the treetops‬
‪A nest of jet black crows‬
‪Are nestled in the branches ‬
‪As not to be exposed ‬
‪They’re a metaphor for longing ‬
‪For a connection of some kind‬
‪A slight telepathic notion‬
‪Unlocked by the mind‬
‪Once they are connected ‬
‪Over lengths and lengths of time‬
‪The crows decide to migrate ‬
Just by reading telltale signs