Ann Gilmour Poet Personification

Wild Birds

No pretty coloured feathers 
I always dress in black
To some I’m a bad omen
so sad folk often think that
I have the largest bird brain
I mate for life - my chicks come back
They help bring up my family
so happy they do that
So don’t be scared ~ just stop a while 
Your face I will remember
but don't be cruel for as a rule
I will seek you out and hunt for you
from January to December

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Sara Kendrick January 1, 2024 at 4:42 AM Creative way to go with the comparison here. I hope you have a great New Year. Thanks for sharing your talent with us. Sara K

Linda Alice Fowler November 7, 2023 at 3:58 PM They are such intelligent creatures! I like having them around my rural abode to keep down insects and pests. I am pleased you highlighted their "good" side. :) Ann Gilmour November 8, 2023 at 7:48 AM Thank you so much Linda. Yes crows are indeed intelligent birds and as I wrote in my poem they have the largest brain... I have a lot of crows near me and they are fascinating to watch. With kindest thoughts Ann xx