The Murderous Crow

The Murderous Crow Who, on Earth, would know, If I were but a crow? Lonely, wander humankind With murder on my mind. What field to swoop and hop In among the crop, If men of sack and straw Silently wage their war? What chance must I take If the scarecrow should wake? I am greedy for the grain And would, foolishly, remain. How can I survive While man remains alive? If I should peck their eyes It'll be me who surely dies. When will I ever learn Never, no more, to return To the killing fields of man Who wouldst shoot because they can? Who would ever know If I was, but once, a crow? Perhaps in future days In your cabinets and displays. ©RJVHorton2016