Talking To The Crows Poem by Kim Barney

Sometimes I talk to the crows
when I am out walking.
Who knows if they understand
a word I'm saying?

How are you today, my fine fellow?
My, you're looking mellow but pert!
I would never hurt one of your kind.
Say, would you mind not staring so?

I look in his beady eyes and I wonder
if he has ever seen that movie by
Alfred Hitchcock, the one where the
crows and the other birds …

What the heck was the name of that
movie anyway? Hey, where did all
these other crows come from all of
a sudden? Why are they ALL staring...