Is that a train or the wind?
It’s a wind full of crows
flapping their wings over iron gates
as black as their feathers.
One swoops and I duck.
It just missed my head.
Imagine a train full of crows,
Suffocating with all those feathers.
Something is coming in that wind. Something bigger than crows.
A big flapping giant striding the land.
Those crows are alarmed.
I hear a huge wave.
Tsunami.
There’s more to be feared than giants or crows.
Onandon 