Crows

I sit outside and marvel at creation

And our wild and wondrous neighbors, big and small

How they compete and connive

Every day to survive

Here in this world

Where the raging waters rush and the cold wind blows

And though I've gained a new respect for all the creatures that surround us

It seems to me that lots of folks

Don't care too much for crows

First of all their plumage

Is just as fancy as a goldfinch