In the twilight’s fading glow, they rise,
Crows take flight, blackened skies,
Wings spread wide, shadows cast,
Night’s silence, a spell they’ve amassed.

Through the veil of night’s embrace,
Their calls echo, fill the space,
Guardians of secrets, keepers of lore,
In their eyes, mysteries galore.

With each dawn, they greet the light,
Heralds of day, perched in sight,
Yet in the darkness, they find their song,
A chorus where they belong.

Crows, the dancers of the in-between,
In realms unseen, they glean,
Wisdom of ages, stories untold,
In their presence, the night is bold.