The Murderous Crow
The Murderous Crow
Who, on Earth, would know,
If I were but a crow?
Lonely, wander humankind
With murder on my mind.
What field to swoop and hop
In among the crop,
If men of sack and straw
Silently wage their war?
What chance must I take
If the scarecrow should wake?
I am greedy for the grain
And would, foolishly, remain.
How can I survive
While man remains alive?
If I should peck their eyes
It'll be me who surely dies.
When will I ever learn
Never, no more, to return
To the killing fields of man
Who wouldst shoot because they can?
Who would ever know
If I was, but once, a crow?
Perhaps in future days
In your cabinets and displays.
©RJVHorton2016
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