The crow

i see a crow fly above head
it flaps it’s wings as it circles ahead
it lands on a corpse and it picks it’s eye out
“how rude of you” i say out loud

but the crow only looks, gives me no response
it seems oddly sad, so i ask it “what’s wrong? ”
it continues to stare, eyes filled with death’s gleam
i begin to understand - the crow has come for me