Carrion Crow

Its, the devil of a life
To be a carrion crow
People think thats all we eat
Is dead stuff as you know
Really thats a human trait
So perhaps humans should be
Carrion humans in a nutshell
Thats if you ask me.

I dont mind, the road kill
Its fresh,the only thing
It does get a bit dangerous
Retrieval it can bring
Worries all those vehicles
Passing by at speed
I think some put their foot down too
It feels like that, indeed!

Dragging corpses off the road
Yes its really hell
But its better if we eat it
Because it keeps us well
In the forest there is a lot
But honest I am not a blot
On the environment
Little mice
And Voles sometimes and
they do taste nice

Seeds and acorns I re sow
More trees planted
That can grow
As the forest trees grow tall
They lop the lower branches all
Which disadvantages the small birds
But More insects for me in other words

So the tits and gold crests fly away
And wood pigeons and me and perhaps a jay
Will have our feast on the forest floor
Changes really for evermore
Less carrion and more living stuff
To be Honest I cant get enough

In Scotland when we get the chance
On those high crags where hawthorns dance
Lots of insects like those trees
Juicy moths so its all a breeze
we build our nest atop of there
Take away we all can share
It really is a great pastime
Where life becomes for us sublime

Especially written for my druid brother
Simon