American Crow

w c

American Crow

 

Intelligent and shiny

He perches on a limb

With his band of brothers

Travelling ‘round with him

 

They caw as they go

With a ruckus everywhere

Black and handsome so

They adorn the trees gone bare

 

They peck at their pecans

And catch a frog or two

It’s no wonder they’ve survived

As they eat so many foods

 

Theirs is such a flock

That each knows his brother

They caw an awful lot

And it is music to each other

 

Each Spring they build a nest 

High up in a tree

It is a special place

For a raucous family

  • Author: w c (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 3rd, 2017 10:00
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 60
  • User favorite of this poem: Accidental Poet.
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Comments3

  • Anna Marg

    I really pictured it in my brain! Pretty

    • w c

      Thanks Anna! I appreciate your comment.

    • Fay Slimm.

      You picture the crow-scene very well here W.C. - - an apt tribute to the intelligence of crows.

      • w c

        Thanks Fay. I value your opinion!

      • Accidental Poet

        I see them all the time, and I always wonder what is all that ruckus about. What could they be saying to each other? Excellent write WC.

        • w c

          Thanks AP! I think they just enjoy raising their voice! Who knows what they're saying!

          • Accidental Poet

            "ooh look at that guy down there Phil. Cover me, I'm goin' in"



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