The Crow Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

The crow
I sat on the terrace over the kitchen, taking the sun
when a raven came, sat on the railing, eyeing me
It decided I was not a risk, but it cawed to the dog
she uneased, walked down and stayed in the yard.
The sparrows that lived under the roof tiles were
absent, a new master had moved in.
Once it caught a swallow in flight, dropped it
the bird had damaged wing, and my instinct was to
save it, but didn't want to interfere, the raven
swooped, picked the bird up, and flew to the woods.
I had mice under the roof tiles, but that was ok
till I found a dead one under the bed.
The dust had gathered since I fired the maid
she drank my whisky and got frisky.
The extermination man came and took care
of the problem, but I had the dog to look for
mice in the bed, as the mice were healthy
In my dreams
The raven met a mate that didn't like the roof
the couple moved to the woods the sparrows
felt free to harass me when I was taken the sun.