A life has been taken
It shouldn't have been
We are waiting for grace
To wash away this grave sin
We are waiting for grace
The sun is still rising
To present a new day
Yet the emptiness lingers
The memories will not fade
Oh why hadn't Providence
Let us escape from this place
Had he not seen our troubles
Throughout time and thru space
As I looked out the window
Wondering?
What could have been?
Tears filled my eyes
At the thoughts of our sin
What will it portend?
For our dear departed friend?
Just then it so happened
A murder of crows filled the air
They flew all together
Making acrobatic moves
Tinged with bombastic flair
At once they moved in unison
And perched stealthily on a tree
Then followed deathly silence
A stirring of the breeze
Just after a bit
One started to caw
Then another one started
Then more
And then more
My puzzlement grew
At this show
The crows were putting on
The crows were putting on
Then suddenly they flew away
In an instant
They were gone
At the bottom of the tree
A faint figure caught my eye
A dead crow
Don't you know?
I let out a startled cry!
His jet black quilled feathers stilled
Lightly blowing in the wind
I realized just then
It had been a ceremony
For their silky black flying brethren
With a solemn prayer to the heavens
And a nod to the cloudless sky
I thanked the crows
For who knows?
Without their help I suppose?
I couldn't have ever endeavored
To wish my friend
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