Eternal Bird

Every evening When the sun is setting deep When the cloud is turning from Bizarre blue to orange red When the clock is showing half past five Its time I waited for my pet In my garden and near my water filled well It came as I expected Flying over here from nowhere Sitting on my well Shouting mildly for its regular food I threw a couple of biscuits Being old and not able to swallow It blinked here and there Then, as water came from the ditch It soaked its food until it is well done And fit enough for consumption Satisfied, it looked here and there again Wings flirting, it started to fly Towards nowhere from here, from my home! Guess my pet? It’s none other than my eternal crow!