I have a murder on my mind;
I don't know what to do.
These crows are driving me insane;
how can I make them shoo?
They won't stop "caw"ling out to me;
the racket is intense!
You can't shoot crows in my home state,
and that just makes no sense!
Hahahahahahahahahah! You and my husband- -he too thinks I inspire murderous thoughts! Spock's comment is also amusing- who would have thought that crows could inspire such humor? ? ? Kim, I am envious of your smooth stanzas and flow from line to line, 10+
Susan, thank you so much for this comment. You have some pretty smooth lines yourself, and I'll bet you have inspired other people before me!
If the intensity of the cawing is the first degree, then it's first degree murder! Ha Ha
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We could train eagles and falcons to do our dirty work for us [evil laughter off stage]. I was looking for the riddle I think I solved but cannot find it and now I will suffer from curiosity evermore!