Crows - At What Cost? Poem by Daniel Trevelyn Joseph

Half a century and more ago,
When I saw a movement
In the green foliage anywhere,
High or low,
There was the thrill of discovery
Of the bird or whatever –
Sparrow male with black bib or female,
Sun or tailor – bird, mynah or parrot,
An owl or paraiah kite, or even koels,
Black male with red ring around his eyes,
Or his mate the brown serrated one
With song like water coming
Our of narrow-necked pot,
And even squirrels and geckos.

But today I see a movement
In trees especially in urban areas:
It is bound to be crow, crow
Crowing everywhere:
I don’t want to be against Indian crow
But when naturalists tell me how
They attack all the eggs and the young
Of all other species, what do I do?