Comma the Crabby Crow

Comma, the crabby crow, was a curious bird He collected aluminum, kind of absurd Necklaces were swooped up in his beak His cawing was louder than most bird speak He was always moving, stomping around When he was not flying, if he was on the ground Frenzied and furious today, for he had lost a gem A gorgeous moonstone necklace, given to him. Some tried to help, but he shooed them away He was not in the mood to be nice or play But we want to help the other crows said. A murder of crows singing over his head.