There's something so majestic how a bird,
Flies through woodland trees.
Many mighty oaks it navigates,
And does so with such ease.
It twists and turns so smoothly,
At such a giddy speed.
Attracted by it's mate,
Another of it's breed.
The way it catches my eye,
A true spectacle to behold.
Then suddenly it lands,
On a branch so thin to hold.
This bird of which I speak of,
Is a jet black cawing crow.
I count myself so lucky,
To witness Nature's show
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