There is a rumour going
around that a brown crow
has been seen in the cemetery.

Three times a week I walk
through the graveyard on my
way to the Supermarket.

(Where, oddly enough, I am
buying day old bread to feed
them)

So, I put it down to an Irish
yarn, a Paddy Porky not to
be taken too seriously.

But guess what, along with
Stumpy, the one legged crow,
there he was in the garden.

A freak of nature, a mottled
right wing, the coffee king,
rogue raven, fluky feather.

Ps.

No photo as yet.