flutter too and fro in their flight
dipping and dancing
to the wind they are prancing.
But to me their graceful wings
flap for other romantic things.
Crows squawk and sing in the sky
not missing a beat as they fly
singing and chorusing their tune
to others they just howl at the moon.
But to me their melancholy songs
are romantic tunes for what the heart longs.
Crows swoop and attack their prey
using their beak to take life away
taunting and teasing
to the victim it's not pleasing
But to me it's the need to live
and a romantic dinner for a partner to give.
Crows happy and pleased with the day
settle down with their family to lay
snuggling up with the ones they love
to them they are happy to be high up above
But to me they end the day at last
with a romantic kiss that's quick and fast.