A murder appeared today,
Landed in the trees,
Unbelieveable the stories,
I heard amongst the leaves,

Orange foilage amongst black shapes,
The branches weighed down,
Heavy ladened beneath the feet,
Of the murder that arrived in town,

Hundreds of black eyes,
Beaded with cold rain,
Watching from limbs high above,
As the wind moans and wanes,

Shall they shout accusations,
To the passerbys below,
Who will be named the culprit,
As the mystery grows?

Do they see as one,
One eye with one mind,
What clues have they sought,
What answers did they find?

Witnesses perchance,
To the coming autumn day,
What things have they seen,
As they traveled this way?

Maybe colorful beauty,
Lying on the ground,
Under an army of trees,
Containing ink within its boughs,

A murder sees a murder,
The thought runs shivers down the spine,
As they caw and flutter,
So close to the sky,

Frightened and in awe,
Am I,
Of a black winged flock,
That sqawks and cries,

Their grave conversation,
Continues to climb,
And I think to myself,
Perhaps they solved the crime,

Startling, this murder,
That landed in the trees,
Bewildering to ponder,
Once it takes to the breeze,

The forest grows quiet,
As it flies away,
But the chill lingers in the leaves ,
And the shiver stays.