The Death Of The Crow Of Winter's Hate Poem by John W. McEwers

Over pastures of the prairie delights the crow
The crow
The one eyed crow
Who peeks in on the good you do
Like a open door for a lady
And a smile for a baby
And giving hugs.

Its bad to not
Be good
To people
Who deserve
Good to be
Done.

But giving hugs
And smiling for a baby
And holding doors for a lady
When no one is watching what you do
Makes the crow
The crow,
Upon pastures of the prairie fall to his death.