Poem of the week Master Crow

CONSIDER the crow

As he struts to and fro

As black as soot

From beak to toe.

A comical bird

And it’s said I’ve heard

That he can talk-

It sounds absurd.

Now watch him fly

Then you’ll know why

He’s called a master

Of the sky,

A bit of a clown

In country or town

He can drop like a stone

Or fly upside down.

Birds in his space

Will find he’s an ace

Just like a spitfire

He will give chase.

He’ll drop from some height

In threatening flight

Hawk, gull or buzzard

He’s ready to fight.

For all that I know

Of the ways of a crow

I’d rather befriend him

Than have him as a foe.

Jonathan Bryant