In the hush of the evening’s gentle embrace,
Crows gather beneath the moon’s soft glow,
Their shadows dance in an ancient grace,
Whispering secrets only the night can know.

Feathers glisten like midnight’s velvet cloak,
Carrying stories of worlds unseen,
Their eyes, like stars, in silence spoke,
Guardians of the dark, serene.

Wings spread wide, they cut through the mist,
In a symphony of rustling leaves,
Echoes of dreams in twilight kissed,
Where time slows and the heart believes.

Mysteries held in their gentle flight,
A dance of shadows across the moon,
In their presence, the world feels right,
In the quietude of night’s gentle tune.