Crows in chorus their loud raucous hammers the air,
like the staccato rant of a clamorous shrew,
life's airborn sledge hammers,
pounding the air to pieces,
they compete to be heard.
Sleek black emissaries of doom,
ripping apart sleeps heavy draperies,
dragging my unconscious mind
to meet head on the blinding morning light;
to harsh persistent realities,
clamorous needs all competing to be heard;
awaken this slumbering beast,
from the soothing healing warm dark deep vestiges of sleep.
by Me -- Hope ya like it.