I forget that they are there-
I don’t remember time sometimes-
When I was late in the lunch,
They keep waiting and waiting -
I don’t notice-
They do,
I had to carry more bags in a year,
If they were not there.
They are our friends-
Fond of us-
Love what we detestez,
And hate to caste;
Without them we would cost more
Of our health,
Money and time;
They are my and our friends
Without whom many of our jobs and
Environments would become unbearable.
Crows have love and hate
They don’t do hoarding
Or stocking for tomorrow-
Any foods available
They began to cry, and calling
All flocks together
Eating and crawling.
Crows love too, they have got family-
Make nests together when the season comes-
Live together till the course is over.
Crows are social birds,
Never live alone,
Eat alone, fly alone.
When they die
All comes to see and cry,
They are different though small fry.
In the morning they wake me up,
While keep on crying-
Till the sun rise;
Again we love and enchanted when
They fly back in flocks to the forests;
That can be seen from my four storied veranda
Me, my child and dear praises,
How pleasant and enchanting the glowing
Sun-set light reflects.
They are my friends and we call them many names;
I love them for their jobs and efforts
I love them and look at their friendly black eyes-
They don’t care, but weirdly aware
Lest we bother;
They are Crows, black silky crows.
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