Crows

The upstairs windowis dark.Again.Again.The room was here.Music was here.Not tonight.A crow landson the fire escape.Looks at the window.Looks down.Changes roofs.Followed,half a block behind.A chair disappearsthrough a side door.Warm light.A snare.Another chair.The crow calls once.The door closes.Music beginsbelow street level.For the first time,the bird does not look like a birdwaiting around.Stayed until it flew east.