Crows, five months after 9.11 <br /> <br />Bad press, that’s what we got, bad press, <br />Caught by our color, black we are, caught caught, <br />Betrayed by our feathers’ murky, inky gloss… <br />So black we are! Bad press! Bad press! <br />Those beady eyes and beaks of ruffled <br />Mockingbirds and tawdry jays, <br />With fickle mates and seasonal calls <br />Have no respect for us, their betters! <br />Claws, claws and jabbing beaks good only for <br />Small grain and grubs, <br />But we, we love for life, true love like doves, <br />We soar in flight like hawks like hawks, <br />We fly in packs like running wolves, <br />We sit for Pow wows like our Northern worshippers, <br />Yet stoned we are, and cursed and blamed; <br />Raucous they call us, <br />Omens, famine, death… Unfair! Unfair! <br />You clothed ones down below! <br />Look up, behold! <br />We mighty ones! Our pitchy hue <br />Encloses stout hearts, <br />Long memories, so when you come with beaks and sticks <br />We rise, majestic, noblesse oblige - <br />With cause, with cause. <br /> <br />5.2.02<br /><br />Linda Hepner<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/crows-five-months-after-9-11-reread-one-month-after-7-7/
