The Crow (Corvus Monedula) guardian Of The Roof Tops Poem by john (called jack) wren

These scavengers of the first degree
Will give a cast iron guarantee
To leave the place in spotless mode
Before returning to their abode.
In their coats of morbid black, they
Guard the rooftops with their flack,
Firing squawks to all and sundry
In the town and in the country.
In gregarious packs they peck the land
Searching those crafty and underhand,
Who lie about in jackets of leather
Under soil away from the weather.
Looking mournful when in flight
Woefully dressed like the night,
Line after line in solemn order
Flies the insidious black marauder.

Corvus monedula.