If omens could materialize,
What forms would they take, what shape and size?
In the realm of beasts, there’s one at least
Who dons a feathered disguise
People live aghast with fear
When murders flock and begin to appear
We don’t think grand, what we don’t understand
Lest the obscure we turn clear.
If with “bird brain” you are teased
Instead of shame, feel truly pleased
For it is the crow, a bird who will show
Intelligence without cease.