Caw

Ravens By My Window

They cawed their croaky syllables,

And preened their feathers,

Black with a purplish green,

An ironically pretty sheen.

Caw said one, Caw said another,

A relentless back and forth,

That meant something or the other,

A nuisance, a constant bother.

"Scat thee! Get off my window!"

It fixed a beady eye,

And cawed an angry reply,

Almost threatening it seemed.

Thack, Thack, Thack,

Its clawed feet tapping,

With a jolt I'd awaken,

Meeting the eyes of the raven.

"Say something you fowl!"

And I wished it would,

With fear I waited,

For an impossible 'Nevermore'.

These pests of ebony,

So frightfully ugly,

I'd shoot them if I could,

If only someone would.

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Note: An animal lover I might be, but if I've a shotgun, those stupid crows are going DOWN.