An old crow, big and black,
Sage of The Woods sits high on electric wire
has come to check out the neighborhood
has by his side a tooting bird, a "whipper snapper,"
who makes damn nuisance of itself,
does kamikaze to nudge Ole Crow from his perch.
It's about turf and power, isn't it,
that the Thrashers want other critters at a distance
nest and mate and eggs to protect, survival of the slickest.
Crow shouts vexed:
"Squawk off, you punk,
who's says this spot is yours alone!
Before you were, my shadow found the ground"
But With a little help from Mrs. Thrasher,
Crow beats a retreat.
The dialogue resumes tomorrow
Prince Raven of The Morning Hour
knows when a nest is ripe to pick.
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