Crows, by Rev. Ron Johstone

'Caw...Caw...Caw'

"More, please," was the request of a noisy mother's plea.

"I feed my chicks with crumbs of bread... way up

Upon the tree."

She searched within my tote bag!

And underneath my jacket...

Nothing here for chicks to eat...

This searching is a racket!

What to Crow About

There is a friendly crow at Abkhazi Garden;

She eats her ration of crumbs very quickly;

My dinner sandwiches remain in my tote bag!

I welcome visitors to the garden;

Then, turning to get my sandwiches, I am surprised

            to find them gone!

I wonder: was her "caw, caw, cawing"

Her song of Thanksgiving...

On a request for "more, please?"

By Rev. Ron Johnstone