And so they have migrated
Left the lands, almost inebriated
Escaped the frozen grounds
Exiled, in a silence so profound
Despised by some, ignored by many
For being black, loud
and not having a penny
The crows were just that.. plenty
The snowy owls, the red crossbills
The snow buntings and their lot
Created a winter plot
To isolate the crows.
That’s what they ought!
But climate change, did come around
And so did emperor Frown,
bathing in tar and clad in black
From exile, the crows
He called back.
This eerie ruler of the Midlands
His ancestor, a crow of the grey sands,
From his throne of straw
Gave a new law:
Crown them crows!
Hear the caws!
brilliant imagery; love it; I have always loved crows so I was drawn to this one 🙂
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Thank you 🙂. So happy you liked it. I love crows as well, they are magnificent.
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Lovely post. I had as a child a crow- friend, she was free but stayed for hours with me, and even sometimes slept with me. She would wake me up to get breakfast by tapping my teeth with her beak. Happy days!
Thank you.
Joanna
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That sounds like a great experience. I am glad you enjoyed my post. I would love to live in a more remote place where birds had their habitat so I could actually observe them closer.
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Lovely poem and photos!
I love this part, so true even with us human:
Despised by some, ignored by many
For being black, loud
and not having a penny
The crows were just that.. plenty
Have blessed day!
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Indeed, I know what you mean. I love the duality of this as well. I am glad you perceived it from this angle as well.
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The images are excellent. As you may have guessed I love crows and we have lots of them around.
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