On top of the fence
Is a murder of crows
Shoulder to shoulder
In a single neat row
They would eat every last one
Of my plump juicy figs
As close as you'll get
To a real flying pig
They all caw at the net
I just put on the tree
They can steal the dog food
But the figs are for me
A line-up of monks
With sharp pointy noses
My fruit monastery
They'll tangle their toes
And when one gets stuck
I should wring its neck
But I'll cut it loose
At the risk of a peck
I do unto others
And not for naught
I hope its enough
Its all that I got
Jeffrey Tillery
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-murder-a-crow/
