Crows Poem by Mario Albert Cepeda
Crows
Caw, caw, caw,
making actions speak;
plumed jaws
of open beak!
Silence comes with awe,
privy prey they seek
swallowed down to maws,
delicious, those weak.
Noon rest, pause
so elegantly sheik
on power lined claws
shocked from our word leak.
They know who we are because
like us, they are great yet meek
differently feathered above our laws
with oil slick colored eyes, Crows are magnifique.
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