Ravens at the Take-out
Four old fellows hopping, squawking
(now I shouldn't call them old
less than twenty, in the wild.
At my age ... I've no room for talking.)
Four jet fellows found a treasure
in a just-discarded wrapper,
out next to a Taco Bell
maybe just a taco shell
but it's surely made them happy.
Rise at dawn and leave your roost
come to work, wild things seduced
by easy pickings, nice fresh food.
In winter - oh it smells so good!
Four old fellows, glossy winged
almost clumsy, on the ground
almost comic, squabbling,
until a sudden leap into the sky
those birds can fly!
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