Crow

You’re black all over

Commonly seen outside houses

Is that how you got your name?

The Indians believe yu have their ancestors’ soul

You fly with grace

You share your food with you clan

You’re kind enough to

Raise Cuckoo’s chicks in your nest as your own!

Then, why don’t the bird-watchers heed you?

Why is none thrilled to look at you?

Why is none amazed to hear your caws?

Why would none like to write poems on you?

Poets write on Hawks and Ibis, not you

Some write on Robins and Kites, but you

Is it ‘cause you are soot black?

… or, are they racists?

Oh dear Crow!

Here I’m writing the first poem on you

Be happy…

you are not forgotten!