Hideous creatures, winged monstrosity
Crows must be God's creation gone wrong
A foreboding hue of death
Cast over the friendly sky

I once saw one swooping mid-air
Scooped a flying thing (think it was a smaller bird)
between it's big black beak
and off it flew
I think to devour its catch

Today, i saw another
this time it was different
it looked as if it was hurt
like it had been shot down
paralysed it laid
on the pavement, helpless
As if it was crying out for help
I could imagine its hideous shrill
yet my heart ached
For a crow