I live among a group of crows.

Where they roost I do not know.

I see them fly in the strongest wind.

They walk in snow for food to fend.

Crows come in numbers to my yard.

They dig in snow when times are hard.

I see them here and there all day.

They seem to never go away.

Until the sun sinks in the sky,

then somewhere else they all do fly.

They will return when the sun does, too.

When day is here, the night is through.

Those crows are brave. Those crows are smart.

Those crows could not survive apart.

They stick together for food and place.

They share their booty and their space.

Why can’t we humans learn to know

the lessons from our American crow?

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Here is a wonderful children’s book about crows.  I love the title.