The Corn and the Crow

by m.s.wardrip

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How does she do it though?

Be the crown over the rainbow?

Does she tenderly nurture?

By her innocent virtue?

Her glistening black feathers,

Her yellow beaks delight,

She hunts by day in morning,

Nests and prays by night.

Courting kings and big wigs,

Flirting with the pure at heart,

A daunting task, love,

But worth it from the start.

On a branch, she eyes the prize,

Ignoring any warn,

She swoops down with her beak,

And pecks me up. I’m corn.