Strange

By the thousands they fly
A twice daily parade
With potent energy
In the morning
A somber homecoming
In the evening
They fly

But the trees here
Here, the trees
They’re strange
And even the crows
Won’t alight in them

They fly
The crows fly
But I have no idea
Where they come from
Where they go to

And it all seems so strange
To sit beneath the strange trees
In the dawn’s first light
The evening’s first darkness
Without the parade
Of crows in the sky