Crafty crows are great in skill,
How with pebbles water jug fill?
You know they sit in curved rows,
Coz they are meant to be C rows.
They are as clever as seagull,
Stony looks keep vigilance full.
They also read your psyche sharp,
They come fast if them you hark.
If on the balcony a crow croaks,
It foretells a guest you will host.
From the far off branches of oak tree,
They also won't make your home dirty.
They fly away if thud sound you blow,
Farmers frighten them with scarecrow.
Harbingers of ancestral souls,
The metaphysics in them rolls.
Don't fear them, they do no harm,
Take it easy, you needn't alarm.
Note - It was written as rejoinder to poetess Nyla’s (on My Space) fear of crows.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem