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.
