The Ravens Dance
They know
Birds of a feather flock together
People of common tastes congregate
Here in the trees in the cold and the breeze
I sit still and prognosticate.
I think that the fees for living in trees
Needs careful examination
Is there an ombudsman for birds?
More hope for Raven’s salvation.
I’ve flown here and there and know it’s not fair
That there’s avian discrimination
We live in a place where the human race
Is blackbird exploitation?
I flew out west to have a rest
Take a break and a holiday
It was a test of endurance
There’s something I want to say.
You’ve heard me caw but there is more
To me then my mournful sound
I scavenge for breakfast dinner and tea
On the dank dirty and dangerous ground.
I have an extrasensory perception
And can sense a semi or car from afar
Then I do the Raven’s dance
I know where the missiles are.
Birds of a feather flock together
A crow knows he is different
We’re hard to tell apart you know
We keep our eyes fixed on the government.
©
David Rudder
2023
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