A murder of crows congregate in my dooryard <br />They accost me on the way to the garage <br />Avian trick-or-treaters all clad in the same costume <br />Questioning my lack of edible garbage lately <br /> <br />'What gives? ' one asks, and the others join in <br />'How long since you've cleaned out your fridge? ' <br />My corbie friends are never too proud to beg <br />Never grossed out by oozing rotten things <br /> <br />Winged scavengers with uncanny intelligence <br />Unappreciated by most of humanity <br />Considered an ill-omen in many cultures <br />Hated enemy of farmers all over the world <br /> <br />I enjoy watching them ambling around on my lawn <br />Their dark feathers iridescent in the sunlight <br />Eerie voices echoing off the rocks and water <br />The self-proclaimed sentries of my compost pile<br /><br />Indiscreet Episode<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/murder-of-crows/
