I Am Crow… a poem



I sit high above on my perch keeping visage of all in my purview.

At any time, I may lurch, catching hold of a favor, my virtue.

What will I spy that may catch my eye?

Perhaps there’s a prize with that passerby.

To all who contribute, I thank you.

No, never enough for all this stuff for which my collection doth grow.

I keep building on and on and on the treasure’s, that I’ve come to know.

As my feathers catch the sweet, sweet air,

I lift my wings without a care.

Having seen all there is I steal, it’s my biz, for everyone knows I am Crow!

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