One Who Watches

One Who Watches

At sunset sunlight peeks
holes of pale blue into 

peach layers above.
Crows fly, play

in the winds of
fast moving clouds.

Wings outstretched
silent as they whizz close

and glide away, in a near miss.
An ache arises to be

that last watcher on duty.
The lone dark-winged one,

who waits for the stragglers
in the sky, to come home.

Author: Wendy Westlake

Photo: Colin Maynard on Unsplash