A bird as black as autumns night
Coming in flocks or single sight
Wings as wide as branches fray
Coming by night and coming by day
Emitting a noise so deep and loud
Strutting its feathers, overly proud
Flying about me looking for meat
But not above eating off the street
An attitude to take on anyone
Deadly in flocks, worthless to run
Larger than a cat and a wriggling tongue
Split it when young to make it talk for fun
A bird of prey and bird of wonder
It’s black only matches a storm of thunder
It is so evil and so bad
It brings and signals death
This bird, a tragedy so sad…..
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