Flight.

Did you know a group of crows is called a murder

The first time I seen a murder of crows i stood with my mouth wide open

Watched them take flight across a light post then spread out across a power line

The sun cuts through their ensemble like a classical piano

They say crows never forgets what or who harms them

Will teach each other how to identify assailants

They carry each other’s pain

Birds of revenge

Birds of Prey

Birds of opportunity

Crows are unforgiving

The second time I seen a murder of crows it was right after my friend had died

They got so close i could see their eyes get still

The whirlwind of superstitions became a brick in my throat

Every breath sitting at the root of my mouth

Trapped

For days

I Got a birds eye view of life

Everything fleeting at 15

Everything wrapped around uncertainty

Still taking flight though

Revenge the wind beneath my own wings

I remember pain like a crow

I cage it in my temple

Thats why i get headaches

If i let it out like a flock

I wonder if it would finally erase all the memories

Bring back a few people

You knows crows will have funerals

Truly view themselves as a family

A never ending relentless sense of responsibility on the tip of their existence

Even in death

They carry vigilance in their bodies

Create fortresses around their dead

No one will be left vulnerable

I got a crows heart im learning

Got a crows stare long as every ocean line

The next time i see a murder of crows

I’ll tell them I understand.