An Ode to Crows

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Part 14 of the 46 part series

Updated 02/05/2022
Created 02/20/2005
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Some folks will tell you
about the beauty of Eagles soaring,
great owls of learning,
of proud-chested hawks,
or doves with feathers as soft as velvet
and voices soft as silk

Well, a plague on them
fer an ignorant ilk

Yer crow is yer poet for birds:
it can think on wings,
recite or eat most anything,
leave the city fer rambling:

For the patient ear,
they can even sing

Edgar Poe was close
but close is no cigar,
the crow is yer finest bird
yer finest bird by far

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vrosej10vrosej10about 14 years ago
Go the crows!

I love this poem being a mad fan of crows. A highly under-rated avian! We have a nodding aquaintance with a family that live on our daily walking route. Fools all of them but hilarious and loyal to boot.

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