They don't see.
I'm darker than the shadows they hide in;
Lighter than the air they breathe.

Look.
Little soldiers, donning their jet black suits,
lining up in rigid rows, and I laugh at the irony.
Why so serious? I'm no threat to you.

Scratch.
Their claws cling for control of the wires.
No losing your balance, little soldiers.
No, that would be bad.

Flap.
How they take off, never alone.
A black cloud that covers the sky.
Thousands, thousands.

Blink.
Beady black eyes, little soldiers.
So many eyes, and I can't hide any longer.

Smile.
See that smug look on their faces.
They know.
It's time.

Bite.
I'm here.
Come get me.
I won't fight.

Death.
Carry me away, little soldiers.
Carry me away . . .

I'm on the roof counting crows again.

Now I have enough.