The constant caw of collaborative crows
Does a gross violation to the sonorous throes
Of dawn's early slumber
Dreams plundered, run asunder
From such a cawcawphony, no wonder
The Cooper's Hawk, patrolling air stream tundra
Its heat seeking pierce, rolling surely and fierce
Sweeps and dips and drops to stop
The tick tock of squawk
Runs the lot of them from their lofty perches
Through intimidation, causing hesitation
Of the reverberations of such sound vibrations
Clearly a violation of canyon solitude
The rude amplitude is felled
The quiver is quelled, the critters that dwell
In their Eden-like shell can rest for a spell
Knowing full well this murder of crows
This marauding band of benign bullies
Fully intend to return, the canyon resigned to endure
The lure of their beautiful annoyance
Dutiful dance of nature's rejoyance
Another dawn, another day
Another Revelle'
Sunday, August 20, 2017
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