Huntley Meadows Park, Virginia
Crow
Large and intelligent was the dark black crow
Who kept flying with hoarse and cawing voices
His only will was to reach his final destination
The wind kept blowing while he kept soaring
Far away in the river
With his 360 degree vision, he saw his prey who went under water
While the crow continued to look for food
Turning his ear to wisdom
Inclining his heart to understanding
That he possibly missed the catch of the day
Kind and grateful he was
As he prayed the Lord with all his heart
While not relying on his own intelligence
With the patience of an owl
And the virtue of a peacock
He still struggled for his first meal
Sitting down by the river on a rock till the dusk
Turned to a full moon night
As the fish jumped to the shore
He got his first catch
A tiny fish full of herbs with love