A Crow Tapped on My Window in Autumn
Darian Sinclair
Death came tapping at my window
In the form of an angry black crow
On a summer-like day in October
that made turning leaves halt their color
Warmth is not always a comfort
When nature is taken unaware by
Seasons of a mind in chaos or
burning from want of morning dew
Death flew away from my window
Perhaps not seeing me there
Sitting in my room staring out at her
It might have just been a bird anyway