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This poem is dedicated to my Mother for her Birthday, she loves crows.

I am more than just a black bird called a crow I like to play, prank and even steal things as I go I mimic sounds and sometimes human voices And coo and caw when people hear my noises I am loyal to my followers and my human fans I leave gifts, watching to see them in their hands I am making warning calls as I guard your land Caw, coo, caw, click, if you could only understand I am nesting now near my favorite human lady In a fir tree, where the boughs are lush and shady I see her daily, as she talks to me and leaves a treat I coo, and caw, I just love her and think she's sweet She even honors me by her decorations of my kind Makes feels me loved, safe and with peace of mind Caw, caw, coo, caw, hope she hears my morning call Now cooing softly, I am content here, I have it all!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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Date: 2/1/2021 3:31:00 PM
oh what a sweet poem and lovely personification:-) hugs jan xx
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Tania Kitchin
Date: 2/1/2021 6:23:00 PM
Thank you Jan! hugs
Date: 2/1/2021 6:47:00 AM
This is sweet. They really are amazing birds.
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Tania Kitchin
Date: 2/1/2021 12:29:00 PM
Thank you!
Date: 1/31/2021 7:41:00 AM
Wow, Tania. What a great descriptive poem you wrote. Well done. Great personification. ~~
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Tania Kitchin
Date: 1/31/2021 7:46:00 AM
Thank you Victor, I wrote it for my Mom, she loves crows and has one hanging around her yard. hugs