They lurk, they spy
They dive bomb
They pry
Suspicious crows
Or curious, at best
They peer and leer
From sagging branches
As if to grill you with an eyeball test
I dare not linger
On yonder grassy fields
These black beasts decked out in feathers
Are they horror fiction, or real?
Suspicion, curiosity
Or perhaps just waiting
For a chance to lunge
As soon as lunch graces the lawn
They target their next meal like a waterpark plunge
I view them as friends
These suspicious crows
When it comes to animal-human relations
It’s better pal than foe
~ Gunnar Våken
