Murder Hornets

I have been feeling,    
Of late ...      
that the Murder Hornets have missed us by miles      
And they are sure shot      
Tangle with the most like daggers      
     
Leaving an Unkindness of Ravens      
Furrowed brow      
(If they’d had any)      
Over eyes      
Narrowed in on outlines in chalk      
     
But figments and scatter      
Shadow people      
Who stand and walk away      
Under the cover of bold sun      
     
It might just be okay.. ..      
     
The newspaper green at its memory      
When pages had fluttered from      
Martyr      
To      
Martyr      
     
Worst to worst      
     
Might the best remain?      
     
I feel of late it might have been      
A narrow miss      
An allegorical      
Cause and escape      
     
Whether the cage door pried?      
Weather      
It matters      
     
The Sunshine be bold on backs      
that  once crawled and drew a determined flock      
Un shadowing arms    
     
That once  held the hands of clocks