Birdwatchers Poem by Ima Ryma

In Russia, what's a crow to do
To pass the winter months so bleak.
Snow and ice ev'rywhere - tiz true.
So find fun with them so to speak.
For me a jar lid is a sled.
Take it to a roof top with slant,
And turn it to a place instead
Where a bird can slide to enchant.
People gawk at wonders I give.
And of course then need to film me
To give purpose to those who live
Glued to the Web - what next will be.

The Web is watching this here crow.
Get a life people - doncha know!