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Crow Blacker Than Ever by Ted Hughes

In honor of April being Poetry Month, I will share with you crow / corvid related poetry. This one is titled Crow Blacker Than Ever written by Ted Hughes.
Crow Blacker Than Ever
When God, disgusted with man,
Turned towards heaven,
And man, disgusted with God,
Turned towards Eve,
Things looked like falling apart.
But Crow Crow
Crow nailed them together,
Nailing heaven and [...]

Crow Haiku

the crow, originally uploaded by Marshall Tito.

On The Aviary (website click here) I found some crow haiku, here are two of them…
A crow
has settled on a bare branch
Autumn evening
A lone crow
sits on a dead branch
this autumn eve

Pie Birds

Inspired by the old poem, Sing a Song of Sixpence, pie bird vents have long since added a homely touch to pies, kitchens as well as serving the functional aspect of cooling pies. I happened upon the November 2010 issue of Country Living in the grocery store and saw these little black birds and had [...]

The Blackbird Of Derrycairn

Spooky Morning Crows, originally uploaded by ::: Davey :::.

Stop, stop and listen for the bough top
Is whistling and the sun is brighter
Than God’s own shadow in the cup now!
Forget the hour-bell. Mournful matins
Will sound, Patric, as well at nightfall.
Faintly through mist of broken water
Fionn heard my melody in Norway.
He found the forest track, he brought [...]

The Crow (A poem by Dennis Siluk)

Originally uploaded by mindazonaltal

Heavy he leans his feathered head
Gazing at the blood red mist
Tired, — his face shows time has past
And on his tarnished-gray wings-
The world rests…
Has God forsaken you-?
To grief and pain:
To love the sparrow instead?
Are you not the largest of the perching birds?
Crowned with a grayish hood-;
Or are you just a crow…the farmers [...]

The Cornish Chough (poem) by John Harris

THE CORNISH CHOUGH. WHERE not a sound is heard
But the white waves, O bird,
And slippery rocks fling back the vanquish’d sea,
Thou soarest in thy pride,
Not heeding storm or tide;
In Freedom’s temple nothing is more free.
‘T is pleasant by this stone,
Sea-wash’d and weed-o’ergrown,
With Solitude and Silence at my side,
To list the solemn roar
Of [...]