Short Outdo Poems

could crows outdo ravens fame

crows began flying in like cloak-laden witches
landing on the Iowa scarecrow with the rotten head
they were picking at it now, eating out the pulp
laughing at it, making that evil caw sound they do
it seems macabre one said, and they all laughed
feeling like Poe’s raven, only brighter and smarter.
hoping someone would write a poem about them.
wondering if they could outdo the raven’s fame.