-In the neighborhood of crows-

        the crows have occupied the neighborhood,

        and it seems to have lessened the activities of smaller birds.

        In the morning I toss ripped chunks in day-old out back,

        but the crows quickly invade the lawn, and to the crows go the spoils in day-old.

        even the larger rodents flee at the sight of them.

        on the low wing, crows frighten the young cat,

        conflicting its inherent sensibilities.

        yet the crow is beautifully majestic in its feathered cloak of jet-stone
        black, brushed in glistening jade and purple hues highlighted by atmosphere.
        

        but of the crow there is also this:

        although the crow is classified as a songbird, chances are
        when a solitary crow sounds its caw, something's gonna get whacked.