a huge murder of crows
covered the top most gray branches of the trees i walked under
covering all the trees for 3 blocks down 22nd St
like rustling black leaves against the deep blue night sky
their droppings rained down sounding like rain slapping the icy sidewalk
their caws muffled and desperate
were they huddling together against the cold i wondered
against the cold single digit darkness
their flapping wings their shuffling bodies
blacker than the night sky above
and as i returned back down 22nd St a few hours later
the crows were still there, silent now, unmoving, fast asleep
and who was i going to huddle against tonight
heat flow 