Blackness Crows

Darkness beckons, black as still,
swift wings, carrion and waste,
bullied by passersby’s’ stones oft,
ominous in colour, thou shall despise
intellectually adaptive, we prevail,
no chirping, or sweet duets sung,
selfish and crude, behave like man,
challenge us in our flock or nest,
we united, loud, squawk away threats,
electric poles and coconut trees,
waste dumps, graveyards
beautifully black and an urban vulture
we devour, every imagination,
swagger with pride, as we adapt to survive