In,
Wings
Aflutter,
The
Crows
Settle
Into
The
Gutter,
Majestic,
Each
One
A
King,
Searching
For
Anything
To
Eat
Discarded
In
The
Street.
Glossy
Midnight
Black,
Bossy,
Loud,
And
Naughty,
They
Strut,
But
Never
Stay,
And
Finding
Nothing,
Haughtily
Fly
Away.