Quiet Now Everyone

The sky fills up with black birds, then more, and more until you only see darkness

Why are they attacking, even the love birds are angry, did mankind do something wrong

No more songs, but in the attic they fly through, they peck out your eyes and you can't dismiss

Screaming, falling, hiding, murder, the accused, the crime, the victim, only the shadow knows, the knife that scarred

For the bloody mess is craved with calling crows, and haunting rooms, it is no longer the robin's song

Alfred Hitchcock wrote the best, he would make you think twice before looking out a rear window

Even more so, if you felt light headed you might not want to stand on a rooftop, you might just get vertigo, or go psycho

Quiet now everyone, the best is yet to come, a mystery movie, it's time to watch the next show

Everybody likes to be scared!