The Crow

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