The creepy Crow

I can see a big black Crow standing on the bird table, it is looking straight at me.. there is something sinister about this bird, though I don’t know what it can be..

Perhaps it is the colour of this creepy Crow, so inky jet black..but as it’s beady eyes fixate on mine it gives me cold shivers down my back..

I have heard that seeing a single Crow can be the sure sign of a certain death..whilst I am a trifle superstitious, I can only hope it won’t be me who draws my very last breath..

But then again it is just a bird after all, so maybe’s I am greatly overreacting..as I start to sing along to the record on the radio, subconsciously distracting..