The morning lacks for the lack of hacks.
From the Black Crows haunting, now doing their stomping.
The day has passed, all crows agast.
Nothing left, perhaps one gasp.
Black crows silent now that the storm has gone.
Nothing left, the gasp has passed.
No more baby Robins on which to feast…
Lying there helpess at your feet.
Time to fast, the end has come.
An end for them…a start for some.