The Crow
Each day same time there’s this crow
Who likes to entertain outside my window
It’s loud and obnoxious but a good show
I’m getting to where I hate to see him go
But I guess he has places to be, you know
I’m watching the sparrows all in a row
They’re watching this bird pace to and fro
Listening to his irate rant with its flow
I think his act is really starting to grow
He clicks and caws like a wiley old pro
The mocking birds aren’t buying it though
Then one day I’m there with my cup of Joe
Thinking he’d show up, but that was a no
And now it’s been two weeks or so
I’m sitting here tears glistening in the glow
Thinking about that silly old crow