A sharp caw, and I looked around.
There wasn't one, but five or six,
Cawing and soaring- up and down.
Were they fighting?
Not unless they live in murders.
Besides, they fought for some food..
Gee! Humans were the selfish ones.
Crows were, rather, creatures
With black attires yet white hearts.
Conceivably, blemished by
The keeper of their lodge.
I presume dearth hits everyone.