Black Coats

Crowded around in a shivering
huddle,
the Black Coats gathered and
shuffled.

Hooded and scarved they

wobble,
Tightly packed to stay
bundled.

The Black Coats at the bus stop,

gathered,
Like a murder of crows, flapping and
bustling.

The Black Coats thicken as quitting time

nears,
The dark formation, in anticipation of
home.

Hooded heads poking out into the street to

view,
the approaching bus, the public
chariot.

The black coats stomp and shift on their

feet,
The dragon’s breath rising and
swirling.

The bus stops, the black coats

stiffen.
One Black Coat at a time they
board.

The Black Coats gone for another

night.
Ready for the next winter’s
day.