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)
- Published: November 3rd, 2017 10:00
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Comments3
I really pictured it in my brain! Pretty
Thanks Anna! I appreciate your comment.
You picture the crow-scene very well here W.C. - - an apt tribute to the intelligence of crows.
Thanks Fay. I value your opinion!
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.
Thanks AP! I think they just enjoy raising their voice! Who knows what they're saying!
"ooh look at that guy down there Phil. Cover me, I'm goin' in"
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