Mr Crows Protected Tree
Unlovable opinionated Mr. Crow struts around like he owns the town
We love seeing him, he is always in a blue mood, his beak in a frown.
He owns the largest oak tree if you ask the other birds and me.
The rest of the crows dare not land on Mr. Crow’s protected tree.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2024
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