Crows- Our Noisy Friends

Every day I wake to the cacophony Of a murder of crows cawing on tree tops They take to the skies in one and two, As the sun emerges from behind the hills Though dark, they are the emissaries of light! They are never in the sky for long, They land down and glide up shrieking Flying from hedge to fence Hopping from mound to plane These noisy folks remind me Of the haggling fisher women never silent Cocking their heads to and fro, Nothing escapes their watchful eyes They pick up scraps and crumbs from here and there And tit bits from the garbage piles With dusk fall, they come back homes Full of gossip and tales of travel These ubiquitous birds of all seasons Are the unpaid scavengers of the Earth!