Crow's Residual

Spring's christening morn, they sow each, leased field You squawk at their noisy machines, fabricated skill In due time, green shoots sprout; twined destinies distilled Awaiting Harvest moon's celestial seal You ready your nettled till; contraband to fill Before hoary frost can shower its blighting chill Mechanized hands garnish nature's wage; stitched pockets to gild Golden nuggets ferried to recycling mill But to their deep reservoirs will not all of nature's bounty rill Your scouring eyes will every, eroded funnel swill From earth's spent crust, disbursed kernels drill Sharpened beak pecking out residual, wasteful spill