ivor or ivor.e hogg
Freeway Diners - Poem by ivor or ivor.e hogg
In sombre black from head to toes.
There are few birds as smart as crows
both in the manner of their dress
and in their native cleverness.
They seize each opportunity
to gain advantage easily.
Patrol the motorways at will
and daily dine on fresh roadkill.
The need not struggle to survive
as long as human beings drive.
The crows are wise enough to know
exactly when and where to go
to satisfy their appetites.
They have their choice of tasty bites.
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