Crows can be the devilish type; to peek around, to steal the rings, bottle caps, and straws, eat things and be in places we don’t care to know or speak of,
When two or three, (or more), are flying swiftly past, around, or they may be on the prowl, the thought you must remember, a murder you have seen.
Fear not the dark crow, or them in a murder, for their hearts are all in tow, they play, they cajole, their tiny head cocks, and listens for your words.
But, be careful and cautious of the ostentation of peacocks, the name whose length alone could set them apart, but be wary still further, of the worst of them all, a parliament of owls, will take no guff, and will constantly ask, who was involved? who was there?who…who….who?
Ralph Peck
Photography by Terri Jo Littau
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