SHOO! SHOO! GO! GO!
Dedicated to stripey
Shoo! Shoo! Go! Go!
You pesky crow.
You hang around
To scour the ground.
You gouge their eyes
Which I despise
Out of young birds.
You slurp their turds.
You send your spies
At first sunrise
To find fat slugs,
Larvae of bugs.
Your hard, long beak
Is razor sharp
On the cloth tarp
Near my pond's carp.
I know you're part
Of nature's cycle
But you're so crude,
Your actions rude.
Shoo! Shoo! Go! Go!
You pesky crow.
Your habits are gross,
Make me feel morose
When you eat worm
Dug from the berm
You make me squirm,
My stomach churn.
You thrash them to death
Till they're out of breath.
In you I don't trust.
Your motives disgust.
Magpies don't like you.
They know that you're mean.
They've watched what you do.
They've viewed the whole screen.
That's why they're not friends.
They keep to themselves .
They always defend.
You won't share your shells.
You're ever so cruel,
Strong willed as a mule.
Shoo! Shoo! Go! Go!
You pesky crow..
September 24, 2021
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PoetryThis is a ballad quatrain (chain) about a crow's habits. It is the form used by Samuel Taylor Coleridge in his famous poem, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, first published in 1798.
