The Crow's Nest

When I heard the crow squawk I knew it’s in a tree But then I looked down And it looked up at me For I was on the branch Right above its head Where a crow should be But it was me instead It didn’t look happy With a threatening face Yet I was the sadder On a tree out of place And then noticed my feet Clutched a branch on that tree Sixty feet above what Was more normal for me I then saw my fingers Had not one fingernail Instead were wing-like To deliver airmail So I yelled at the crow For being such a pest Then ruffled my feathers To perch inside a nest But there wasn’t much room For me and tail feathers And since high up a tree I feared for bad weather Yet no matter my thoughts We began to capsize Due to me high in it And outlandishly sized We went sagging, sagging Which was rather a feat For such a massive tree Yet I held with bird feet Not real feet, but talons I must learn true bird speak But I hadn’t the time As the ground touched my beak What a predicament As far as a plight goes So I flapped and took off Which then sent all the crows Higher into the air Then where I was before Then with human eyes I Looked up from the ground floor