Crows Eye

Serenity of the darkness

Anonymity of the night

My World

Consumed by the inky blackness

My brethren rule the sky

Silent and gracefully

We fly

Oblivious to the mundane

Tedious Tiresome

Hassle of this wicked world

Some Say

I bring death, a death dealer

The Reality

I just enjoy

The blissful experience of flight

and having a clear


Void of the confusion

That the humans must live in