CROW...
"The carrion crow...so free to fly wild,
an intelligent corvid...with an IQ of a small child,
the crow is an omnivore...scavenges for any morsel it can,
keeps itself to itself...so wary of man..
Black feathers like coal...and so bright as a button,
..it clears up the roadkill...like a roadside glutton.
Nesting up high...amongst the leafy tall trees,
gently swaying too, and fro..in the warm summer breeze..
..cackling, and cawing..such a busy, bustling sound,
arranging the twigs, and branches..high above the ground.
A rookery of crows...is a sight for my old sore eyes..
forever may the crow grace...Englands green country, and blue skies."
