The Crows Lyrics

The crows followed up the muddied still snow covered trail

And when I wait catch breath they caw

And speak in unintelligible language as if planning

Quite complex these messages it keeps them

Rhythmic and alert linked and sublime

Always one hundred feet above they mistake for dead

I who follow the brook up up up

Lay naked on melting ice patches

Scream back in reverence at the flying

Black as starless noir they gather more more

More until the noise distresses the madly pumping heart

On kinetic cue their timed total dispersion

Swims the cool sky to perfection

The summit is the cusp of wind and sun

The mountain's deja vu spurred the birds plan

And when they felt me fearing harm or death

Released

I ran slid tumbled frolicked

With lungs heaving down down down

Speechless smiling I stand in awe of the crows

At the base feeding with their eyes on my wet flesh