Crows and raptors

 Here’s a poem about crows chasing off raptors, like a bald eagle, in early spring:


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### **Crows in Spring**


In the tender light of early spring,  

Where blossoms bloom and robins sing,  

A shadow glides with regal grace,  

A raptor’s flight, a fierce embrace.


The crows convene, a blackened tide,  

With raucous cries, they will not bide,  

Their beady eyes, like polished coal,  

Guarding the skies, they play their role.


With flapping wings and raucous calls,  

They rise in numbers, answering the thralls,  

Against the eagle, proud and bold,  

In unity, their story unfolds.


“Back to the heights, you shall not claim,  

This territory, our hearts aflame!”  

With daring dives and agile turns,  

The crows defend, their spirit burns.


The eagle, mighty, takes to flight,  

Outnumbered now, it yields the night,  

The crows, triumphant, caw and dance,  

In the springtime air, they take their chance.


So let them soar, those cawing souls,  

In nature’s theater, they play their roles,  

For in the heart of every spring,  

The bravest fight for what they bring.


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