Morning Messenger

Morning's light intrudes upon the night
Orange beams of clouds span across the sky
Behind the edge of the Earth
The sun burns bright
Singeing the eastern boundary
Now orange and pale against the dark
At the first sight of a pale blue
A crow flies silent
A shadow against the faint morning light
Carrying with him the spirit of the night
The gliding silhouette rests peacefully
On the street light that scares away
The shadows out of men
The first of his daily duties
The first of his daily warnings
Sitting alone he scans the city scape
Like a man hunting out his prey
Is anyone listening?
Are they supposed to?
Questions best asked by men
and not by crows