could crows outdo ravens fame

crows began flying in like cloak-laden witches landing on the Iowa scarecrow with the rotten head they were picking at it now, eating out the pulp laughing at it, making that evil caw sound they do it seems macabre one said, and they all laughed feeling like Poe’s raven, only brighter and smarter. hoping someone would write a poem about them. wondering if they could outdo the raven’s fame.