This morn, a walk around the block

Suddenly had a little bit of a shock

The noisy caw of some crows stirred

As they flew close to head to be heard



Something's brought them en masse

Not sure what, road's clean, and path

Something seen to daily during walks

And once weekly, hung bags are tossed



Since yesterday was the weekly thing  

Not too sure why the crows do their sing

Perhaps because their lunch is removed

Now they're trying to inhibit my moves



Perhaps they will soon get to understand

There is pride here about this good land

Which is the environment around my abode

And whilst I'm here - they'll have to be owed ...



- Tristram



Christopher W. Thomas

7:55am Tuesday 1/13/97