Pen 

In my next birth, all said and done

Assuming I have one

What if I’m born as a crow

For you never know

My sins will follow me

Based on that my sorrow or glee

I won’t be totally unhappy as a crow

For in my heart I will know

No one will be desirous of catching me

And I will be completely free

I will look at the parrot

Its beak red as a carrot

Consider myself luckier than a chicken or turkey

Pity their future murky

Look at the woodpecker’s role

Making holes

Look down my nose at the culture

Of the scavenging vulture

Look at the owl’s studious eyes

And scoff at its pretence to be wise

I will view

The jay’s bright hue

Admire the hawk’s eyes

View with disdain his oral prize

I will try not to muse

On the features of the goose

I will gaze at the peacock’s beauty

 

I will do my noisy duty

Annoying those I detest

I will be an utter pest

I’ll go to my partner for I’d hate to be single

In the crow society I will gladly mingle

Proud to be a crow

With pals on a building I’ll sit in a row

Yell away in glory

Telling my story

All men I will loathe

I will take an oath

To consider myself creature the best

Fly north, south, east and west

If in future you see an arrogant crow

You will know

It is merely yours truly in disguise

In another form, in another life

And to yourself you’ll say

In utter dismay

Not you again

I’ve had enough of your revolting pen