Crows
They are circling my house rooftop.
From vantage point to wall they hop.
Irritating noise filling the air,
becoming just too much to bear.
But I ‘m too much of a milksop.
Poisoning them, out of the question.
I'm for green peaceful rendition
to rid myself of this black pest,
so that I can get morning rest
from this unwelcome infestation.
Their natural habitat destroyed
when new building schemes deployed.
Trees and feeding grounds lie barren -
Not a trace of rabbit warren.
I'm unreasonably annoyed.
poem by Suzette Crous
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