The Crows Within The Poplar Trees

Against the sky of palest blue The poplar trees stood straight and tall, And towered above the rooftops Casting shadows down beneath. A cooling breeze caressed their twigs Which soon would wear a cloak of green, For summer days were drawing near That urged the sap to rise. Within the crowns that lay so bare A group of crows did try to gain, The highest point of status As they squabbled and they fought. Their raucous calls and flapping wings Disturbed the silence of the morn, Until they found their rightful place And arguments ageed. Against the sky of palest blue Their sillhouettes as black as night, So still they perched amongst the boughs Upon the poplar trees.