A dark proud corvid, its feathers a morbid black, It is a cautious watchman, looking out for danger, It is a rabbit hopping away with a beat of its wings, It is a great mathematician, calculating where to place every twig of its nest. As it flies in the air to the next tree, it keeps to the shadows, Grouping in mysterious covens, branches of trees turned black. Observing the people from their treetop perch, They seem to hide secrets for none to unearth. There is a reason these mysterious birds appeal to many, a strange and different reason to most - though, Even in this different way, they are still just- A Bird
Original Poem © 2023 by Eolas, the Rook. He calls himself the Salmon of Knowledge, but anyone who can tell a bird from a fish knows that that can’t be right. Besides, that salmon was eaten centuries ago.