TheBanyanTree: BLACK CROW

[NancyIee at aol.com]

In Winter's blast
just south of the arctic
the crows gather and call in discord,
ebony against the snows
 
shaking crystals from the pines
as they flutter and call
I wonder what they tell
who they betray
with their racket.
 
All others have gone:
the robins, the wrens
the high calling geese.
the crows remain
to rule the winter domain.
 
Beware, the old and infirm,
for the crows watch.
They'll steal your lunch,
eye distracted mouse
and spy oer the roadside
the crows will never starve.