crows

I heard the crows calling today,
From the silhouetted trees by the church.
Footfalls cracked against alley walls
That climb either side, moss covered
And slippery.
The breeze turned cold as the sun sank into the hills.
A pink tinted sky blushed overhead
As the crows filled the trees
Black tar drop eyes.
They sat
Waiting,
Hunched in the branches
Like mourners.