I happen to be a fan of crows, Rhonda. I admire their intelligence and tenacity. Each morning, my husband Captain Argentina and I have breakfast on our porch. Before us, beyond the screens, are the wild animals we feed — black-bellied whistling ducks, Muscovy ducks, squirrels, and crows. They all scamper and waddle around our yard and on our patio, competing to get cracked corn and peanuts. They are all entertaining but it’s the crows who gain my admiration, as they arrange and rearrange peanuts to get as many as possible in their beaks. They are the warning system for approaching hawks, too. Thanks for your crow poem — not too many poets write about crows!