Dirty Crows

Call their group murder or bandits

The crows do not alter their ways,

They must kill, scavenge or steal.

Their strong beaks and sharp nose

And their shrewd and watchful eyes

Have not failed them in their hunt.

I see them sitting on the parapet

Opposite my window about to spring

A bold surprise on the waiting world

That no longer looks for dirty rats,

They will teach us to hunt those rats.