the Black Coats gathered and
Hooded and scarved theywobble,
Tightly packed to stay
The Black Coats at the bus stop,gathered,
Like a murder of crows, flapping and
The Black Coats thicken as quitting timenears,
The dark formation, in anticipation of
Hooded heads poking out into the street toview,
the approaching bus, the public
The black coats stomp and shift on theirfeet,
The dragon’s breath rising and
The bus stops, the black coatsstiffen.
One Black Coat at a time they
The Black Coats gone for anothernight.
Ready for the next winter’s