Poe gave us the Raven,
So I shall give you the Crow
That rascal of the cornfield…
An annoying little foe.
He’ll squawk you into madness
From high up in the trees
Never.. ever, giving up…
That tenacious little fiend.
With the cunning of a Pirate,
He’ll plunder what he finds
He’ll even steal a shiny coin..
From a beggar who is blind.
He rules the misty nights..
That autumn often brings,
That spooky silhouette…
Against a moons bright darkened scene.
-Antony King © 2016
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