Crow-black

They have a voracious appetite for light

Crows claw brilliance behind black feathers

Absorbing radiance, sequestering luminescense Scraping dry the honey-pot sky with long fingered wings

All glory, glitter, gleam and glow gathered within, kept below

While they, coal-black, oil smooth, anthracite-plumed

Silhouettes

Caw, climb and swoop, sowing shadows

In the sun-starved air

Crows - not thieves but treasurers - weaving in jet

The star-spun wonders of the diamond day