bring on the cawing

they sit on my window sill
cawing creates a cacophony
I try to shoo them away
they don’t budge an inch
black crows on my window sill

what tales they carry
of this world or the nether one
I try to shoo them away
they keep themselves fixated
black crows on the terrace floor

the cawing gets worse
they fight for supremacy
I try to shoo them away
they stare at me unblinking
black crows simply jumping around

a sudden quiet, no one is there
I look heavenwards
I try to bring them back
Where did they go in a jiffy
blacks crows possess magical powers

“my dad used to say, no other bird brought you news about your ancestors”

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