Bachelor Crow Suggests Another Meet Up

Three shiny-loving crows found a perch, and plunked their talons down Two had landed on a rusty antique pick-up truck – Tom and Town. Their cousin Lee had found a place to sit on a telephone pole. Bragging, laughing and sharing stories was their goal. Their stories were bawdy, and funny, fowl-like and fine. By the time the sun began lowering, they had told forty-nine. Cawing, squawking, crackling creaky beak laughs floated in the air. Let’s meet here Wednesday said Lee, if you two married ones dare.