How do I describe you
Innocently blue
Like song and sadness you do swoon
Jaded in time
They call you black when you’re blue-green
Iridescent cerulean-teal sheen
A corvid by any other name
You and other birds are not the same
You and your brethren each have names

I count your blessing as they come
Walnuts and washers, a stick of gum
You like to gather things and trinkets
Like your cousin magpie though far more tame
For you are not a thief nor rascal,
Just a crow, my yard your castle