Crows, where are you?
Once sentinels of my yard
Come back! Come back!
Since you’ve gone
Those ravenous rabbits
Are out of control
Come to my maple tree
Oh, birds of prey swoop
Down and do the deed
Little neighbor girls
Scream in shock and the
Boys throw stones and rocks
Children root for rabbits
However, me, I cheer for
My guardian black crows
And think about this…
God put crows here even
Made them better than us
They don’t roam in gangs
They’re for each other protecting
Every mother, sister and brother
Young crows don’t hang out
They aren’t about having fun
They scour for food and babysit the young
In the battle of fur vs. feathers
Folks pull for snow-white bunnies
Not their inky-black feathered foes
I say we must stop calling our
Protectors a “murder of crows”
Better to say a “bouquet of crows”
Let’s raise our glasses high
To our black friends in the sky
Come back to my pleasant yard
Let me hear your caws from
trees and overhead wires
Your protection is sorely missed
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Writing Prompt |
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Author Notes
In 2001, mosquitoes spread West Nile virus; infected crows by the thousands fell dead.
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