A big black Crow sitting on top the tree
Waiting for the food provided by me.
My daughter as gift received a birdfeeder
Only to cater to this bottomless eater.
Now each morn that we wake
His raucous caws we have to take.
As all the food has fallen to weeds
So no other bird can get some seeds.
Whee more bad poetry!
This time of course inspired by the crow sitting on top of the tree as I patiently refilled the birdfeeder. Sigh!
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