A tale of Two Crows

I saw a Crow by itself on a wire Sunday Morning

Preening its feathers like nobody’s business

I watched it for a few minutes and heard no crowing

Until another flew and perched write next to it

The latter bending its head yearning for affection

Rather strange as I’ve not witnessed this before

The former stroking the latter with its beak

The latter thoroughly enjoying all the love

I’ve watched pretty cute birds preen and be lovable

Never imagined the Crows to do the same all so quiet

Not a single sound from either of for 10 minutes

All they did was just show each other some love

Never have I seen two crows in love so much

May be because I have not stopped by to admire

Even crows the scavengers know how to be loving and kind

I was amused by this little saga for some time and

Thought it was a good story  –  worth a poem and all!