The Bachelor Crows

Content bachelors

Make an event of the barbeque

In the backyard

Patrolling the muddy grass

After a spring storm

Inclining their lively feathered frames

To a unison born

Of many good times together

Oh, can they tell tales

Of their wild travels

Of the strange things they’ve eaten

Of the mysterious

Females they have met

And loved

They’ve started a game

Of toss with an acorn

Their calls

Echo off the dark

Wet bark of trees

The End

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