Wondrous-coloured paradise bird
Nightingale, so sweet when heard
Hummingbird hovers in still air
Cuckoos tell us Summer is here
Consider a less regarded bird
One that little praise has stirred
Seen in quite unwholesome role
All black feathers as dark as coal
It scavenges food beside the road
Dodging traffic with its dead load
Wary of people it looks in your eye
Any slight movement, it takes to the sky
Wet windy days, when others stay home
This still braves the heavens to roam
Its powerful wings effortlessly fly
Large beak cawing a throaty cry
Often found in a murderous host
Its intellect is better than most
The creature is one you’re certain to know
It is of course the crow
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