Four crows fly in from nowhere
And perch themselves outside my window
They call to me from outside
They call for me to stick my neck out,
Cloaked in shadows,
Luring me in with nature’s wisdom
And promises of happy conversation
Promises of good fortune
But when I do
They fling insults and obscenities,
Cruel and unusual phrases
For what, exactly, I do not know
They are horrible and dishonest creatures
I pull myself back in
But crows remember faces and follow me thereafter
And I remember them, although I wish I didn’t know,
The four crows outside my window