Murder of Crows

He watches a murder of Crows
As they gather on the Bell wire
Their hooded eyes blinking

And thinks of home

The scuffed front door
Where his fingerprints linger
And his father feels cheated

His empty bed

The face of his mother
As she waves him 'God speed'
A fluttering hankie

Symbol of peace

How he longs for her hands
To stroke his war worn brow
He hears the crack of fire

In the distance