Before Class

The moon looked full enough
even before he began wailing behind his office door.
Next to it was a painting of a lone hut facing a white crested sea
and a few crows, suspended in flight.

If they had stopped flapping their wings, would there have been any consequence?
"I've changed."
That's all I heard, that and his fist pounding his desk.
Outside, a few leaves clung to half-emptied trees.