Promptly 4, 5 and 6

Old Crow

Old Crow

Old crow survivor
always comes out top,
both passenger and driver
when searching for his crop.

“Carrion’s my bag,” he says
“and that can mean whate’er
I find or steal or possess
it doesn’t really matter.

“What counts is I am fed,
the easier the better,
and so to rest my head
when sun becomes a setter.”

And so with many a caw,
he shouts triumphantly -
“Go feed behind your door,
and I’ll master what I see.”


Line count: 16
Rhymed abab
For Promptly Poetry Challenge 6, Week 13
Prompt: Write a poem about a bird! Any bird, any color, your choice!
Note: This not all I have to say about crows but it’s all he cares about. Some day I may write more on my perspective.