a murder of crows outside my window a murder of crows cry to the morning cry for the mourning morning without you this murder of crows i hear them calling some say they're crying some say they're laughing either way now they're telling me the truth don't want to listen don't want to hear them i close my window but i hear them all the same outside your window i am the darkened crow part of the murder your love has brought to me you should have told me these things that i now see you took this once true heart made it blacker than a crow a murder of crows they hide my voice now join in my crying add to my laughter spread my newly blackened wings for my tomorrows without you.   - JT 8:19am Sunday Sept 30, '07   <-- Back to the poetry menu.