Crow

The crows the crows

Sitting on a fence

Voices disappear behind a bank of clouds

It's a dismal forecast

Her torn up skirt a backdrop

And drop she does

The crows the crows

Oh no the crows

The crows the crows

The crows the crows

Lawnmower Joe

Cut himself up on stones

The crows the crows

A little too close for comfort

A park boy curious about a homeless halfway house

Crying crumpled

Oh no the crows

The crows the crows

She might shape up real nice

One of those

The crows the crows

Oh no the crows

The crows the crows

Oh no the crows

She's not intimidated

A used up rag wasted

The crows scratch out my errant thoughts

Into some order

Line them up on a fence

I look around

They've flown

Oh no the crows

The crows the crows

Oh no the crows

The crows the crows