the black crows

The black crows fly

Up in the sky

The black in the clouds

The black crows cackling wild

Scooping down from the air

The black crows aim for the food

The cats and dogs watch

The black crows fish it away

The cats and dogs keep chase

The black crows fly to the sky

The cats and dogs jumping

Nothing they can do about it

The black crows fly

In the air they enjoy freedom

A group of men

Aiming rifles and fire

The black crows fall

One by one drop to the ground

The hunters of crows

They pick it up and smile

“It's worth our time

We get paid killing these birds”