A single crow sits on a post
cawing for the attention of its kin.
It’s wings do not move,
it’s feathers do not flutter,
it’s beak only opens to let out a cry.
It cries into the silent shadows
not expecting the noise to be heard.
A crow on a nearby post
hears the cawing from afar.
It spreads its wings and flies
up into the air, free.
It searches for the fearful creature
but find nothing until the
other crow cries once more.
The first crow is joined by the other.
They do not fly from each other,
they do not gaze at each other in fear.
One caw in unison is all it takes
before they open their wings
and fly off into the night
together as one, no reason to fear,
no longer alone.