Call me Raven: Here my job
Is what I make it, morning caws,
Roadside carrion dining,
Carrying away peoples’
Gaudiest sparkle-arkles,
Serving as lead scout for my
Kin seeking soirees noir sites,
Telling Heckle and Jeckyl jokes
To create crowing cackles.
I live the good life and though
I can go as the crow flies,
I prefer to travel the roads,
Soaring above cars and trucks
All of this a bag of yucks.