The murmuring crow gets little respect
And much fending off and neglect
Along with their raven brothers
Counted as bad omens and bothers
Their black shining coats found too dark
Would much prefer colorful plume or even white stark
The murmuring crow chased away - never kept -
With words, sticks, stones, and rampant steps
Met with such apprehension, disgust, and sorrow
The murmuring crow thought to tell of bad tomorrows
Found in dreams of disappointment, death, and loss
From the shadows and underworld they cross
Slaughter-greedy, dirty, and brooding they’re said
to be
Even worse, they mask the skies in masses
ceaselessly
Noisy and cacophonous from their perches surrounding
The murmuring crow far from murmurs in its proud
cawing
The murmuring crow thrives still – but how?
Naught from a curse demons and witches endow -
The murmuring crow, mysterious, defensive, and
ingenious,
Safe in a team protective, adventurous, and curious
