I watched you today; I admired your strutting decadence Unruly, dishevelled bird of jagged honesty Ruffled, disrespectful feathers that shine And reflect your begging, squawking call
You and four of your friends, Dragged down a helpless potato I Left out for you; Pinioned it to the ground With strutted abandon
Oh bird much maligned; Bird of ungainly beauty Hobo, derelict, winged, caller When you murmur the Shaking stirred skies With your flocks,
The noise black swirled and reckless Never fails to make us catch our breath That such flock - formed beauty could come From a ragged kingdom call Makes my own wings; Take Flight