A Murder Of Crows

We wait here by the roadside

For the corpses in the night.

Badgers, Foxes, rodents

Who can't outrun the lights.

Just heard a thud the blood is warm

We're off to get our fill.

Those cars our greatest allies 

When we're too tired to kill.

A murder of crows they call us

But we don't do no killing. 

We're not daft, we sit and wait

When something else is willing.

So next time you are driving fast

Down those dark and dingy roads.

We appreciate your murder

Love from all the crows xxxx.

Reviews

[Whiskurz]

lol.....I liked this....Wonder why they call them a murder of crows......Great write.....Whisk