Crows calling in the deep blue/black, star filled sky of dawn. They are invisible among the bare tree crowns and frosted roof tops.
Restless and wrathful like the dark id side of night’s sweet slumber. A drunken mob fleeing from what they have done and looking for one more. Fleeing above the here and there house lights, like glittering pearl sparkle in a black ocean vast and diminishing before the incoming tide of morning.
