I’m Joe the Crow

Sitting on our favorite telephone line.
With friends, we look for sparkly things that shine.

It’he edge of the city, we make do
The noise bugs us, but love the busy view.

We watch cars, trucks, bikes, people rush right past.
They’re high pitches, and low too, but none last.

Trucks rumble and sound like steel rubbing steel.
Humans make sounds that have little appeal.

Children yell, some cry, cats yowl and dogs bark.
Ignoring all the noise, we choose our ‘mark’.

Let’s aim for that big truck heading our way?
We focus on a poop bomb, best of day!

That truck never knew what hit him. We’re good.
We hit our target; I knew that we would.

Fries are on the ground outside “Burger Boy”
There are enough for us all to enjoy.

We fight off the pigeons to eat the most.
Winning, we caw in excitement and boast.

Pigeons fly in circles waiting for more food.
We fly off, ‘cause we don’t want to be rude.

So it’s agreed we meet in the morning.
Adventures seem to be habit forming

Today on the street was a shiny thing,
I flew down and found a small blingy ring.

I love finding things glittery real bright .
Then see a woman in panicky fright.

She’s turning in circles eyes to the ground,
Looking for something needing to be found.

I move close to her, with ring in my beak.
“Thank you,” She says with a voice oh so sweet.

Each day since I gave her back the ring
She brings us bread crumbs, Our favorite thing.

She talks, laughs and best of all, treats us good.
We’re polite, thankful, and act as we should. 

Crows coo, caw, rattle, click, but just can’t tweet
We’re a big family together it’s neat.

Oh, to sing melodies that fill the air.
Yet all birds sing with their own special flair.