Poem: Carl the Crow

Carl the Crow
Photo by Peggy Bartleson

Carl the Crow

By Jean Monce Bryant

(inspired by the For the Birds column)

Oh Carl the Crow- what a cute funny guy

He exited the nest when not able to fly

His parents are nearby-they're armed and they're ready

So predators BEWARE--their surveillance is steady

They feed Carl often--his demands will not quit

He'll squawk and he'll CAW till he gets every bit

As Providers and Security there's no time to sleep

They'll answer each call--even one tiny peep

With hawks, owls and raccoons and eagles as well

The dangers are many--I think you can tell

And neighborhood cats also can pose a threat

The parents relax??? No, no time for that yet

If baby, though noisy, can hide from their view

His chance for survival's much better it's true

If one of his siblings has left the nest too

The parents' duties are doubled--for them I'll say WHEW"

But any good parent--though tired and worn-out

Will come Wide-Awake at a peep or a shout

So thank you for babies--and parents as well

Their love and devotion it truly is swell

Carl will be growing his tail feathers soon

And then he can fly and head straight for the moon

He's patiently waiting for them to arrive

With rudders on board--he can fly and survive