[Ballad of the Crow] Walking down the street, I dared when I spotted a sight and I chanced this transgressor captured, I had to spy She arose politely through air the clouds eclipsed the sky feathers scattered, gleaming treasure scraps of trash, weathered, lie Her voice echoes, naming, beware the crows and their black eyes perched peering like through the blinds they remember men’s designs naming, naming, naming, aware know one must not be shy a crow’s time is leisure free to greet, say goodbye The concrete is any crow’s lair on poles, phone or street signs, found near pools enjoying pleasure or in the trash to dine Remember the message bestowed, never piss off a crow. Or you’ll be met with many woes; a head covered in stones