They have a voracious appetite for light
Crows claw brilliance behind black feathers
Absorbing radiance, sequestering luminescense Scraping dry the honey-pot sky with long fingered wings
All glory, glitter, gleam and glow gathered within, kept below
While they, coal-black, oil smooth, anthracite-plumed
Silhouettes
Caw, climb and swoop, sowing shadows
In the sun-starved air
Crows - not thieves but treasurers - weaving in jet
The star-spun wonders of the diamond day
LOVE this!! Great first line. And that "Honey pot sky"! And "glory, glitter, gleam and glow gathered"! And "anthracite plumed". And "sowing shadows" and on ... Wow!