The Crow
 
The sun sets,
The lights come on.
It is day at night.
People everywhere,
Nothing is clear.
 
The power goes out,
The commotion stops.
It is all clear,
As a crow looks for land.
 
The lights come back,
Birds flutter as the people walk.
Like a moth to a flame,
They come to the light.
 
The light is gone,
It is clear once again.
As the crow lands,
To sleep, to nest,
In silence.