Ominous Cries

Ominous cries from the valley below As the crow flies, he knows Of yelling, beckoning, of another time Of when he was too young to be in his prime The temptation to stray is overwhelming So he decided to begin; his trip to the valley beneath him, Declining slowly he maps out a spot Too land on a river rock Which was beveled down, by the rivers mighty current And the river masks the dreadful ominous cries As the crow finds out the demise; He landed and took an empathic glance And what he saw was a toxic lance Driven deep into nature’s heart. Nature is screaming for it to be saved So the crow called up his cronies and they did not play It took some time but they were victorious Now the crow is old and withered at clean-ups end All he can do is bow and bend The cries are gone and nature is mended The crow sacrificed is life, an unselfish act Now he is a legend, for he made quite an impact.