The Crows
Sway about me
And above me
And around me
Watching, surveying, and swapping post
I left the bits of bread like any good host
But leary
Their eyes bead brightly
In the sycamore leaves
Who can eat lunch
Unless at ease?
They caw
And they coo
(As birds ought to do)
They stalk the railing
Glancing sidwise at the food
They ruffle their feathers
In huffy attitude
They gather few others
Amassing a murderous crew
How many black pearls
Watch on branches
I haven't a clue
But Here! One!
Quite courageous!
He leaps from his post
Or hops
With caution
At last!
He gathers!
The bread!
Now luncheon