Crow eater

I'm lurking in the cemetery, waiting,

Watching crow birds, debating,

My stomach contemplating,

I'm patiently anticipating,

I trailed seeds leading to me, baiting,

Some are eating and participating,

I'm waiting to snatch one while the sun is waning,

I'm clad like a scarecrow in the shadows, wading.

I ate a crow,

Now I can soar,

Up in the air flow,

Like never before.

I grabbed an unaware, fat, black bird in its flaw,

It had no time to withdraw,

I ate the crow raw,

Bit, ripped and chewed through like a bone saw,

And I can't believe what I saw,

I saw like a crow and I started to caw,

Lost my teeth and grew a beak through my jaw,

My fingernail popped off and out grew a claw.

I ate a crow,

Now I can soar,

Up in the air flow,

Like never before.

I'm watching black feathers on my body plume out,

Through my arms black wings grew out,

Anew, a black sheen throughout,

I lept into the air flapping and flew out,

Observing my new world on a new route,

Soaring with no due doubt,

An exhilarating exhale blew out,

The conquering caw, tried and true shout.

I ate a crow,

Now I can soar,

Up in the air flow,

Like never before.

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