I talk to myself when I am confused,
When I'm uncertain which way I should go,
And get comments from someone unenthused:
The laughing crow outside my window.
I pour out my heart, all over my sleeve,
The crow speaks up, and he just says: "Haw, haw!"
I grumble aloud: "Just shut up and leave!"
Rustling feathers and a single, "Haw!"
I rush to the window, bellow: "Enough!"
The bird, unimpressed, merely ratchets: "Naw!"
My avian critic, though really tough,
Will never share anything that he saw.
Our arguments always end in a draw;
He always calls my ideas: "Caw, Caw!"
You can’t win an argument with a bird. They’re a flight risk…