CROWS Michael R. Collings c. 2/13/98 =============================== They wait for me, winged shadows in clefts of wailing yews that over hang dark dripping eaves thin gutter-graves for leaves They wait for me, eyes yellow as bright sunlight glancing upon stone wings dark as midnight glittering on snow They sometimes speak their harsh crude mocking cries and sing faint whispers of their knotty sheen But ever they wait for me wait patiently for me in darkened clefts of wailing, failing, trailing gray-green yews ======== ========