Clattering crows

You see the crow's shadow,

flying across the lunar sun,

the crow’s feathers are falling,

dallying down to the surface.

The crow devoured the plum, as it could not do a thing

other than just sit there reluctantly,

waiting to be decapitated.

Seeing a crow is good luck for me,

as one flew near me,

beyond the tree.

As the crows whirl through the air,

some eat from honkey nuts,

they drop it on the road, waiting for the green light

the cars crush the nuts, and the crow can eat what’s in sight.

I can hear the crows tap on my window.

TAP-TAP, as sometimes annoying,

and sometimes delightful.

When crows come at you it can be very frightful,

but that still can be the beginning of your title.