Bevy of black crows
Swarming like bees
Barking like wild dogs
Flying toward the tallest tree
Announcing Death?
All those black, shiny feathers
All those loud eruptions from hell
Rushing to escort some being to heaven?
Instead, turns out to be
Group of angry (or protective)
Black crows
Diving at a light brown hawk
Encouraging sly hawk to
Leave the huge tree where
She hunts and searches for
Crows' nests, eggs or babies.
Hawk swoops out of the thick
Branches, the black crows
Laughing the transformative
Humorous rattle of death
Saving rodents and eggs
Babies and more
From certain death
Nectar of the gods and goddesses all
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